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undertale evil au idk I JUST WANT TO SEE HOW THEY WOULD LOOK….

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how toxic ninjago yuri looks at me during finals month

yeap

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Here is the new life series teaser for those who don’t have instagram or weren’t watching oli’s stream

Anyways

WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD GRIAN YOU MADMAN

This is absolutely evo life. The backwards clock? The evo logo? The music? The WATCHERS? In some way they will going back through old versions

Grian Minecraft you are a VISIONARY

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via the litemods discord

taglist under the cut(just ask to be added/removed)

@nyaskitten @ninjnerds2017 @blinksalot @s0ull3ss-p3rs0n @crowleycorvid

@theroxian @nin-jay-go @jalluzas-ferney @sleepy-gay-puppy @elijah-lad-of-chaos

@luellal0l @caseyjonesisinthehouse @2cats1trenchcoat @ct-9902 @sourcreamandf

@xzier-tengal @rainofthetwilight @bruh37legolover @garmaballs @cable-salamdr

@llannasvsp @nero-le-doot @cboffshore @sneegsnitties @ninjamelissajulien

@procrastinating-everything07 @ups3tti @luh-lloyd @angninjin@citygardenss @monkies-rising @jezynowachmura19 @lexithequeenofgay

@fancypeanutmoon @geoxstxrs @officercooks @walmart-ninja @self-inflicted-hanahaki

@alastair-1205 @chiropterawr @psychologicalwarclaire @figs-oliomedley @greenhoodiegremlin-blog

@just-a-randomperson @froggityboingerrrr @nacho-business1 @coconut-ice-cream-137 @iloveacronix

@xtreme-cringe-warning @theechoingasteroid @jezynowachmura19 @mercury-time @possumdrawsstuff

@percijester @petrllchor @idkwhyimhere5462 @ninjago-leak-counter @thatonewierdo

@highbookwormofthecentury @null--void @mxystarry @wakapapita

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tweet

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Pray for bro he’s gotta be a master now 🙏

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Week 29: The painting

Small speedpaint of the painting i did for chapter 19 :9

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Morty is so dumb that...

1. He regularly disarms Rick's neutrino bombs. The first time he did it it was completely on the fly, no prior experience. Yet, he did it.

2. He has a knack for learning alien languages... as for the tree people in the battery dimension, it was obviously done without any sort of translator or support. (And he took over as their leader)

3. He's quick on his feet and can think his way out in a stressful situation, figuring out things that Rick can't and coming up with innovative solutions.

4. He figured out how to use a portal gun.

5. He can figure out how machines he's never seen nor used before work, and employ them successfully.

6. Beat Rick (smartest man in the universe?) in a board game.

7. Can manipulate said "smartest man in the universe", if he so chooses.

8. Became a successful stock broker. Out of the blue. Just did it.

9. Run. Whole. Freaking. Civilizations (and also toppled them as Marta)

10. Pitches good ideas that Rick typically ignores

11. When suddenly becomes motivated to try, he is good at math

12. His ideas were good enough that he would have gotten a deal for a movie production...!

13. His default intelligence is maxed out.

...At this point, it's only a matter of time before he starts making his own inventions, Eyepatch-Morty-style.

GUYS.

The only reason we've been thinking that Morty is stupid is that Rick has been calling him stupid repeatedly.

Sure, Morty does plenty of dumb stuff, but so does Rick. Rick has the emotional intelligence of a four year old and throws tantrums of cosmic proportions whenever slighted (vat of acid? submit to the selfie?), while often going ahead with complicated, innovative ideas... that in reality solve nothing and are a waste of time (Pickle Rick?? Leg Rick?? Cloning his own daughter? The dumb time-loop in his own dimension? Replacing himself with a robot? Creating a robot ghost to scary Mr Poopybutthole instead of just telling him to leave??) Not to mention his many incredibly lame jokes.

Everyone does dumb stuff occasionally!!! No one is an impeccable genius of non-stop moments of brightness!! (even Eyepatch Morty, the most cautious character, the character who has made basically NO MISTAKES up to now, sounds dumb a couple of times: "I'm gonna do the thing I wanna do, with the curve thing" and "My biggest fear is other people being afraid. Of fear. Itself." lol).

If Rick hadn't been calling Morty a freaking idiot with every breath available, we wouldn't be thinking "oh look haha the moron became a stock broker, what a joke, must be some sort of fluke"; we would be thinking "what an incredibly gifted kid".

We would attribute Morty's many mistakes to lack of experience, to lack of wisdom, to youth, to enthusiasm, to idealism, to teenager hormones, to acting hastily.

We would wish to see him eventually mature, apply his time and effort to worthwhile endeavors instead (mainly) of inane teenage stuff. We would wish to see him do well in school, we would wish to see him reach his full potential and succeed in great things.

Only Rick keeps pounding our heads with how stupid Morty is, and all of Morty's successes are never mentioned again, but getting lost to oblivion in comparison to Rick's (who has 60+ years more experience) genius.

WE VIEWERS ARE BEING UNWITTINGLY MANIPULATED THE EXACT SAME WAY MORTY IS.

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DRABBLE TIME GRRRAAAAH

You know I thought my first Drabble might be something sweet and wholesome and NORMAL but alas… it’s freaking Wildlife. I was born to love cat men what can I say.

IT CAN STILL BE SWEET AND WHOLESOME IF YOU HAVE A HEART

I wrote this for @yhwcomeback ‘s art of them cause I saw one of the pictures and I just thought it was delicious. Thank you for the art 100000x I can’t draw but I love to see them and I can write you a little thing in return for your hard work.

GreenTiger/Wildlife

Lloyd x Ras

Phantom tags: cuddling, fluff, gay panic, cutie patooties, enemies to lovers??? (But not right here like before), large cat paws

Lloyd had been waking up on a regular schedule for years now. There was no need for an alarm. The schedule was so regular, he could almost guarantee the time. He’d stir around 4:30, turn over at 4:43, wake up fully at about 4:52, and be pouring tea by 5am sharp.

Like clockwork, no matter what or where he was…

Lloyd’s eyes opened slowly, the dim light of his clock on the nightstand reading well within expectations.

4:26.

Lloyd sighed out a breath of relief through his nose, his body deflating into the bed. He turned over, dragging the sheets along with him. He closed his eyes, laying one palm flat on the soft, warm, fuzzy…

Very warm… extra fuzzy…

Lloyd frowned, eyes still closed as he felt around the mystery blanket on his bed. There were spots that were unusually soft, almost like fur, and warm like they’d just come out of the dryer. Other spots were rough and textured, like skin but with little dips and curves he couldn’t quite place-

Lloyd’s eyes shot open, and he stumbled back, nearly falling out of the bed. He might have hit the wooden floor if a clawed hand hadn’t grabbed his wrist and dragged him back.

“Ras!”

The moonlight fading outside the window barely illuminated his figure. Half because it was almost day, and half because Ras’s wide shoulders were blocking Lloyd’s view of the window. Ras was still holding his wrist, dragging him back into bed as he laid down again.

“Quiet. You make too much noise, as always. Do you wish for the whole monastery to hear us?”

“What are you doing in my bed?” Lloyd’s concern for the rest of the monastery faded away as an overwhelming confusion gripped him. He had permitted the Lord of the Wyldness to stay for a few days, but he had his own room! Why was he here? How had he gotten here? When?

Ras looked irritated as he put his head back down on Lloyd's extra pillow. “I recall on my arrival that you permitted me to ask you for anything I needed.”

“What does that have to do with this?!” Lloyd tugged at his hold, resisting the urge to use violence to free himself. “Let go of my arm, Ras. This is completely inappropriate! You can’t be in here, in my bed-“

His eyes wandered down to the place he’d been feeling up, realizing suddenly that it had been Ras’s bare chest. The dips and rough patches he’d explored with his fingertips were scars Ras had across his abs and stomach.

Lloyd’s face went bright red. “Naked in my bed?”

Ras made an offended growl deep in his throat, finally releasing his hold on his wrist. “I am not naked. I am without a shirt. I have no need of one, I am fully covered!”

Lloyd pulled back the blanket, relaxing by only a fraction when he realized Ras was indeed wearing pants.

“T-this is still inappropriate! You can’t just crawl into bed with someone at random! Why didn’t you knock on the door o-or wake me up??”

“I did.” Ras snarled, crossing his arms and staring up at the ceiling. “I knocked, you said ‘come in’. I asked and you said I could join you!”

“I-I… did I??” Lloyd put a hand to his head, wracking his exhausted brain for any memory of that occurrence. He remembered going to sleep the night before, and he remembered this… but not anything in between! “I must have been sleep talking…”

“Regardless, I did ask permission, and received it. You are complaining for nothing. If you did not want me in your bed, you should have said so.” Ras scowled. Did he ever stop scowling?

Lloyd watched him pout on the other half of the bed, sitting with the blanket pooled around his waist as he rubbed at his eyes. Ras looked over, and there was a weird little change in his expression, something Lloyd couldn’t exactly place. If he had to guess, it was probably… clarity? Maybe he’d suddenly realized what kind of implications climbing into your enemy’s bed made and he was about to get up.

Yes that had to be it. He’d realized how weird he was acting. That’s why his gaze had softened a little. Lloyd was fully prepared to give him some kind words about how he’d forget about all of this, but when he met Ras’s gaze again, the words got stuck in his throat, and he swallowed them back down, throat bobbing.

He put a hand over his Fritz Donnegan tshirt, crumpling the fading picture on the front like it would prevent Ras from telling what it was. Did Ras even know what Fritz Donnegan movies were? Could he convince him they were very serious movies in ninjago if he asked? He wasn’t sure, but then it didn’t really seem like Ras was looking at his shirt at all…

For a minute or two, they just sat there staring at each other, taking in the awkward silence and their equally ruffled states.

Lloyd cleared his throat, looking away and draping the blanket over his shoulder to cover more of himself. “Well, this was… weird. Could you please return to your room, Lord Ras?”

Ras narrowed his dark eyes at Lloyd, his ears twitching. “No.”

Lloyd felt a chill, his head whipping back around. “No? What-“

“You gave me permission. I am sleeping here.”

“Why though?” Lloyd’s posture sagged and he dropped his head into his hands, groaning into them. “This is ridiculous! This is my monastery! This is my bed-“

He was cut off when Ras dragged him down again, tangling him further in the blankets and trapping him solidly against his chest. Lloyd squirmed, pushing at his arms and legs as his back was dragged flat against that wide, warm, fuzzy expanse of muscle.

Ras made another little growl, his arms surrounding Lloyd on all sides. One of his legs hooked over lloyd’s, pulling his hips back too. “Sit still. Surely you do not hate me so much that you cannot do me this favor!”

“Why are you doing this?? What is happening?!”

“I need a companion to sleep!”

Lloyd suddenly stopped moving, going still against him except his chest rising and falling slightly quicker. “A-a… companion?”

Ras snarled softly, flexing his claws against his shirt in a subtle threat. “I have not slept well in years. I am not finished sleeping.”

Lloyd stared at the wall, taking in what he’d just heard. Ras needed… a companion to sleep? Had he been sleeping with a companion this whole time? Even in imperium? He tried to imagine him curled up with the empress, and then his mind drifted to Rapton, instead.

The image of him curled up like a cat next to rapton’s unicorn figurine collection made him snort, his whole body shaking against him.

A low, threatening sound vibrated through the best pressed to his back, and Lloyd held a hand to his mouth.

“You are laughing at me?” Ras spoke slow, each word coming out frosty.

“Aha… I’m sorry, but the mental image is really funny.” He tried to wiggle free again, and although he still didn’t get out, there was much less desperation this time. “Look, I… I can sympathize with your issue, but you can’t just crawl into bed with people and hold them down. This is something you do with… a-a lover or something. Not with your enemy.” Lloyd made a face at the wall. Why did it feel like he was lecturing everyone these days? And why did saying ‘lover’ make his heart flutter so weirdly.

“We are not enemies anymore.” Ras said bluntly, settling his nose into the back of Lloyd’s neck. The green ninja bristled when the cold wetness pressed into his skin, a little squeak leaving his mouth. He arched his back, squirming again.

“Okay, great! We’re not enemies, that’s awesome. I’m glad! But we’re still not.. uh… whatever you have to be for this to be okay.”

“Lovers.” He offered. One giant pawed hand found its way under Lloyd’s shirt, pushing up the fabric as he felt over the smooth skin.

Lloyd shivered, putting his hand on the claw and pushing it back down. Then, when he realized where he was pushing it, he pulled it back up. “Oh, wow that… I don’t think so.”

“That is what you said.” Ras accused, rubbing that freezing cold nose into the arch of his neck.

“We’re not loveraaaah- hey! Don’t lick my neck!”

There was nowhere to go. Ras was enormous, covering him on every side, top and bottom, left and right. If he pushed up off his lap, Lloyd would feel the brush of teeth against his shoulders, and if he pulled away from the teeth, he would be forced to sit flush in Ras’s lap sideways, his ass and thighs filling the space perfectly around Ras’s-

“I have to get up!” Lloyd was practically running a fever he was so hot, struggling to free himself from Ras’s all encompassing hold. “Tea! I-I have to brew my tea, I have tea in the morning.”

“No.” This time, the tone was much less a suggestion. Ras’s tail wrapped around Lloyd’s ankle, and his face burrowed under the messy ponytail Lloyd had decided to sleep with. Another awkward little muted whine came out of Lloyd when he felt that tongue lick from the base of his neck up to his hairline for the second time. He slapped a hand to his forehead, completely exasperated and at a loss. He glanced at the clock again, hoping for some kind of reprieve.

The red numbers stared back at him through the dimly lit room, sealing his fate: 4:32

He sighed out loud, going limp in his hold. Ras pushed his shirt back up a little further, licking his way around the side of his throat.

“Stop that! Just lay still and sleep.” Lloyd slapped gently at the paw on his chest, his eyes finally closing again as renewed exhaustion washed over him like a wave. “I knew bringing you back here was a bad idea…”

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can you draw ras and lloyd being freaks 😊😊😊😊

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Going to scary zoo. Want anything?

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Together

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poor frak... going from one flop master to another

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Lloyd sometimes does TikTok live every few years or months, then vanishes because he broke his phone or something and can't be bothered to get another one. He also has no idea he's gaining money from TikTok Live, so there is like thousands of dollars in his account and he doesn't even know it

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Yoo so if lloyd is actually emotionally disconnecting in dr, that would be so sad for the legacy verse

This man falls back to his old habits from book 1&2 of surpressing his emotions in order to deal with loss and trauma

“And it’s why Lloyd still falls back on his old tendencies and habits, even when he doesn’t want to,” Zane adds sadly. “There’s a comfort in the familiarity that worked for him before…”

<- LITERALLY from the previous freaking chapter?!?!?!! IMMMMMM GLDKGKSLDKDK

But the mere suggestion that’s he’s STILL prone to either repressing his emotions or exploding from them well into adulthood has me SHOOOOOOK

And this post touches on a LOT of my thoughts too! Lloyd can totally handle (for lack of a better term) direct trauma when it’s aimed at him alone, even if it pushes him into a volatile state (which in legacyverse terms would be an green Outburst). He’s always willing to do literally anything if he can guarantee no one else will be caught in the crosshairs.

But when it’s a) caused by something he perceives as his fault/responsibility, or b) drags in other innocent people when he could/would/should’ve made better choices to prevent it, that’s when he starts shutting down because that’s what he can’t deal with because there’s no direct or easy way to fix it. So the next best thing is to pretend it isn’t eating him alive from the inside out, push it all down, and try to carry on regardless to tackle something he can control.

(Ofc idk how the Golden Power is now going factor in giving all the recent Doc Wyatt info stuff, but something to keep in mind too I guess :V)