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[mxntio]

congrats to these winners of the spamton sweepstakes prizes

[officialmiintee]

tweeted something about nagi’s rage and it went downhill from there

[playertwotails]

I've said it once and I'll say it a million more times but I would love to see Tails be more of a little shit to Sonic and a menace of a little sibling.

Let him know which buttons to push to annoy Sonic the most in any given situation and be relentless in pushing them.

Let them be in a dire and/or important situation but Sonic says or does something that perfectly lines up the pitch for Tails to maximize annoying Sonic.

Sonic having to do the thing where he can't go off and get revenge at the moment. So he's just glaring at Tails who just has them most satisfied look on his face cause he's getting away with it for now.

Let Tails just say the most unhinged thing to Sonic with a straight face or with a little smirk cause he knows it will tick Sonic off and it does. Meanwhile everyone else looks on with exasperated looks on their faces cause they're used to it or others with surprise pikachu cause they've never seen Tails act like that.

I just need more sibling on sibling violence with the two of them.

[mayoiayasep]

going to bed now (lying) please let me wake up to shizuku duet cover announcement

[mintmoth]

I HAVE A HORSE NOW??? THIS IS SO WILD

[keeps-ache]

currently in possession of the urge to yell very very loudly(positive) but i am an adult in an echoey house with family that would send me to the onion vault if i did

[theinkbunny]

”oh you want to keep that? It’s so girly are you even trans?”

(Rant in tags if you wanna read it ig)

[todayisafridaynight]

This is based off a text post going around a while back- but for the stream you should make a lil 2D drawing to represent you, and every time you hit Ctrl+Z it cringes/yells

i got two settings it's cringing and yelling ☠️☠️☠️

[theworstcreature]

Oh to actually be able to dig through my local recycling plants electronics bin

[tardis-mouse]

Was bored today and decided to decorate Sheo's display box for him :)

[scoundrels-in-love]

I got exactly 1 like on my post about unhinged dice sharing, so here's to you @spacepandar EDIT: and you too @joycrispy

First up, we've got Daisy Chain set

Did I think those were teeth at first glance? I sure did! Does it change how I feel about them? Nope. In fact, what is more badass than the sharp edged beauty of Nature that will devour you?!

THE ENDLESS CYCLE OF CONSUMPTION AND REBIRTH/10

Sacred Flame set

Sink into the colors of the holy fire, the burning rage of a cleric personified. Look at the gentle shimmer of golden hues shifting into the purples, swirling higher and higher. The only and the last sunset you ever wanted

Death wish/10

Succulent set

Just look at them! It's bunch of little guys!! Thriving in unwelcoming environment (battle with the BBEG at your table). And they won't die even if you forget to water them for the entire year. Who else is doing it like them? NOBODY. And they believe you can do it, too!

1000 levels of wholesome/10

Sigil Green set

Have I ever held these? No. Do I know they'd make me feel like a FUCKING BADASS if I did? Hell to the yeah. JUST LOOK AT THEM. They don't need to be literally sharp edged when they're looking this sharp. Get it? ... Moving on.

Microdosing on wizard coolness/10

Class Rogue set

If you're more of literal stab-stabby type, don't worry I got you! The d4 fulfills its destiny as melee weapon. AND HAS ONE INSIDE. In perpetual swirl of the enemy blood, there's no edgier way to say your parents are dead to your table than slapping these bad boys down.

So many stabs/10

This post is not sponsored by Mint and Mustard, only slight fever and love for click clack math rocks. However, do check their site out (or Etsy) out as they've got 20% discount going on their site right now and have loads of other fun stuff for ttrpg nerds.

[mxntio]

literally my new favorite. they gave him DRAWN FACIAL ANIMATIONS I WILL NOT BE SILENT

[verminty]

long overdue for a basic intro post so here it is!

► I'm Jun/Vermin!!!!!! ▻ they/them with a splash of he/him, and some neos too but I'd prefer you ask about em first. ► queerly aroace & genderqueer is the short explanation, polyam aroaceflux fagdyke & genderfluid/fuck relationship anarchist is the longer one. there's more nuance to my identity than can be labeled, so I usually just stick with queer. ▻ nd, autistic & adhd having empty system, (I also suspect some kind of schizospec disorder but more research is required.) ◃I experience a lot of fatigue (mental, emotional, social) and executive function issues because of these factors, please be patient with me! ► artist, usually traditional but I've been doing more and more digital lately. :^)

if you're a minor, you're welcome to follow! but I do reblog a lot of politics and suggestive/otherwise mature content (not all suggestive shit is tagged, full nudity usually is unless its artistic or for reference, be warned.), so be advised and do whats most comfortable.

◈horror specific blog: @bloody-glowstick (I post fake but uncensored and untagged gore here due to the fact that its a horror blog.) ◈otherkin blog: @lichenteeth (I post both real (like organs & animal cadavers, nothing goreporn adjacent) and fake uncensored gore here, however it is tagged.)

if you have something you want tagged, lmk in a dm or ask and I might do so! its a case by case basis, but on the whole I will try.

DNI (subject to change):

TERFs/SWERFs, MAPS/pedos, transmeds, anti-neopronouns, anti-mspec lesbians, anti-endo/anti non-traumagenic systems (im fused and not that involved in syscourse but please block me if you’re exclusionist), and obviously nazi punks can fuck right off <3

Interests!!:

punk! both the music and the subculture itself. music in general is huge for me, I have eclectic taste. crochet, sculpting, diy type shit, painting, 80s/90s horror, practical sfx and makeup, possums, poetry, sci-fi & fantasy, and early queer culture and history. fandomy shit, bolded is stuff i'm currently heavily involved in: star trek, fallout, adventure time, hannibal, doom patrol (the grant morrison run specifically), the sandman comics, undertale/deltarune, portal, bcs/brba, reanimator, delicious in dungeon, dorohedoro, OFF, the evil dead, Watchmen, dhmis, metalocalypse, venture bros

[abimee]

althaea the type of girl who eats toothpaste from her purse but makes a face at you if you say you like coffee

[the-heaminator]

Does anyone elses cat just love eating rose leaves????

[tunastime]

Hi hello 19 with scarian if you’re up for it <3

19. are you tempted / you won't believe (x) (871 words)

The shape of Scar is a shape he knows from darkness. Nights are unforgiving, here as well as anywhere else. He takes what he’s given and wishes in the space left over that something good could come from bloodshed. Wasn’t it supposed to be fun?

Under his arm is a box labeled with Scar’s belongings. They’re not his to keep, not really, in the interest of keeping it fair and usual. A cool wind blows up the back of his shirt, standing between branches of dark oaks at the front door of his house. A house of cobble and colored stones and dark wood. Each step forward could be his last, including the one he takes to knock on the door, bracing for anything, for anyone. His heart beats erratic in the column of his throat, snug up against his vocal chords. He waits as if balanced in the precipice of a second, in the bottom swing of a pendulum. The world was too small to avoid the feeling of Scar behind him, as if Scar would ever follow him into oblivion again. He waits for any response.

Scar opens the door and peeks through the crack it makes. A shred of light follows into the unkept space, but Grian can’t see over his head. Scar leans from the doorframe.

“Hey, G,” he says in a voice not all there.

“Hey, I just came by to drop your stuff off.”

“Oh,” he takes the box from Grian’s hands. Grian tries to forget that their hands brush the minute it happens. A million pins and needles spike up his arm. “Thank you.”

Grian pulls away with his hands burning. He swallows. Scar’s eyes watch him shift forward and back on his feet, pupils constricted and iris bright red.

“How are you?” Grian asks, folding his arms.

“Well,” Scar smiles and Grian catches a glimpse of his gums. “You know me. Good at lasting.”

Grian smiles too.

“Sure, sure.”

Scar leaves the doorway for a moment. Grian watches his shape through the slat as he moves to put the chest on the floor behind him. The door stays open, creaking open in the wind. The interior is dark but comforting, lined with brightly colored glass and crystals and the faintest twinkling noise that rises over the wind. The crystals sway a bit, and Grian’s eyes catch the light they give off. The sense of unease washes away. The space it leaves is filled by something much stronger. He digs his heels into the soft, dark earth.

Scar appears a moment later, hood pushed back away from his face. His white hair shows through fading strips of brown, uneven and mussed. Two dark stamps underline his eyes. But he smiles and he furrows his eyebrows like he’s waiting for the punchline to an incredulous joke Grian’s telling. He tilts his head inside, still resting by the doorframe.

“Won’t you come in? For old time’s sake?”

Grian shivers. The wind rolls over him. He remembers the warmth of being bracketed by Scar’s arms, of gathering him up in his hands and making him a home there. He had always said it was for warmth but given that Scar was already bare it was a lie to cover up the fact that he wanted to hold him. He does now, too, wanting to wish away that gut-punched, betrayed look in his eye.

“I want to,” Grian says. He ducks his head. “I want to so much you wouldn't believe.”

He watches Scar swallow, watches him chew on the inside of his cheek before he says anything. He watches that damning hope in his eyes, fingers rapping against the doorframe as he waits.

"Well why won’t you?”

There is a list of words he can’t say. I’m not coming in. Because your hands aren’t the same (they’re not the same hands I held, not anymore). The shape of you is different (or would it be different, if I took the robes from you, would you be very small? Would you be the same?). He swallows phrases too similar. The words don’t come any different in each thought. He’s stuck staring at the ground, and hearing the wind buffer around him, waiting for Scar to tell him to leave.

“How many more times do I need to say I love you?” is what he means to say and doesn’t, as if it is something he’s allowed to say.

Grian holds out his hand. He doesn’t look up to see if Scar hesitates. When Scar takes his hand (and his hand is cold), Grian spiders up his forearm and worms his way to his shoulder. He gathers Scar to him and Scar gathers him. His temple rests on Scar’s jaw. Scar does not lower his head to his neck, does not have his hands seek purchase anywhere but over his shoulders. But when Grian lets go, Scar doesn’t. 

“Can’t you just stay here?” he says, his voice shivering with Grian. There is no warmth left to him. The mountain has made him cold.

Grian tells him only once: “Let me go.” I can’t love you any less.

Scar does. “Okay,” he says.

Grian turns his back. Scar will not kill him.