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[thekenobee]

I have seen Waterloo (1970) and am trying to put my thoughts into memes

[jadequarze]

I think your masc Laudna is the absolute tits (in a positive way, to clarify). Like 10/10 character design. Vibes on point. Would bite and shake her like a fav squeaky toy

[uber-dawn]

chat i'm having random thoughts about eos post-game and eevee protagonist. it's no secret that eevee is a popular pick for this game and imo no matter what you choose to evolve them into there's a very poetic explanation for each (though i'm not sure how well i can articulate my thoughts lol). like,

- Flareon: coming from a world of darkness and sharp hostility, the hero chooses to become a soft and fluffy fire type. the hero is so smitten by the sun in the past (and so horrified by the lack of it in the future) that they become a fire type to bring that warmth and light wherever they go! (plus flareon's my favorite :])

- Jolteon: similar to flareon, wanting to bring light to the people of the past. there's also something to be said about the fact electric type are immune to paralysis, as well as the idea that hero was gone for months after defeating dialga, then once they come back they're alive! they want to run, and jump, and celebrate that they're here!

- Vaporeon: the fact that Grovyle and hero were seperated in a storm, that they met partner for the first time on a beach, that the hidden land is across the ocean, (smth smth manaphy, ive never played that far), that water doesnt flow in the future, eeeeverything about chapter 5, and that the partner found comfort in the krabby's bubbles. water in eos is important when it comes to partings and reunions.

- Umbreon: they're a dark type. do i need to explain.

okayifyouinsist, hero comes from a world of darkness!! even if they don't remember it, that darkness affected them on such a deep level that their body never forgot! as well, umbreons and dusknoirs have lots of golden rings on their bodies, and umbreons have a type advantage against dusknoirs your partner still loves you in your new form, but everytime they look at you they can't help but remember Him, and shudder. it's about being forced to reckon with the fact you placed your trust in Dusknoir, and he took advantage of it and betrayed you.

- Espeon: right this wasnt just about umbreon. espeon and umbreon were made to be parallels; where umbreon has high defenses, espeon has a high special attack (+ dark type is immune to psychic). where umbreon has a type advantage on Dusknoir, espeon has a weakness. an umbreon hero will never trust Him again; and espeon hero chooses to believe in second chances.

- Leafeon: GROVYLEEE, it's about choosing to change your very dna so that you never forget your friend! in the short time you know him, you fully understand why your past self stood by his side! there's sorrow in that without your memories you'll never fully understand your relationship with him, but your soul remembers, and you still love your friend. deep down, a leafeon hero is ashamed they ever considered Grovyle a criminal, and wishes they could have had more time with him, in less dire circumstances. last note, the fact that the world of the future was so barren and lifeless without the sun, and the fact you become a leafeon to reflect how the future is alive. :)

- Glaceon: the fact that the hero comes from a world that was frozen, and still becomes an ice type, the future was cold, but a hero glaceon still found beauty in it. it's about remaining hopeful and that with or without fixing the future, you still need to survive in this world. it's about understanding your situation and making peace with it, while still striving to make it better.

- Sylveon: i remember that when fairy type came out, people were trying to justify why it was strong against dragon, and my favorite explanation for it was that in "fairy" tales, the hero slays the dragon. the sylveon hero did it! they slew the dragon, and their story has finally come to an end! as well, it's about wanting to give off a cheery look. it's about saying "don't look at the violence and darkness, look at me, smile! i'm here to help you!" (we'll have Explorers DX someday, trust 🙏. )

[moonkhao]

hi.

[ahalliance]

qantoine makes me want to jump off a cliff

[mossy-paws]

For the requests, can I get a Medkit doodle please?

Here ya go :3

[isa-ah]

met a really cool queer stranger today that i thought was just so fucking neat i wanted to talk but if we were playing tennis they were, with the most gentle and earnest voice ive ever heard, shoving the tennis racket down my throat. every compliment or joke i made was turned away but in the sweetest way possible that made me sound like an absolute asshole lunatic. it was so scary.

[angeart]

Boatem Circus question cuz I am curious.

How did Grian end up at Scar's circus? I know it was said Scar was at the Watcher circus as a visitor... did he just see a traumatized birb and yoink him like 'mine now'?

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yay fun boatem circus question!! 🥰

it all happens when scar finds himself in an area that an infamous watcher circus is passing by. the circus is known for daring acts, it specialises in illusions and thrills! so scar wants to check it out. maybe get inspiration, you know? see what it's all about.

he isn't necessarily looking for hybrids in distress, but he is always on the lookout regardless. so when the fire act comes along and something seems off, he's instantly paying attention.

crowds cheer, deafening, and— the avian seems to be struggling. in a really subtle way. never stopping or pausing the act.

honestly, the performance is wonderful, and it looks gracious and impressive, but scar isn't convinced. he saw the avian hit his wing on one of the molten, fiery rings. (honestly, they look too small for what this avian is trying to do here—) he saw, for the rest of the performance, the faintly black spot of singed feathers. and amidst it all, he noted that grian wasn't grinning, unlike the other performers.

it all rings alarm bells in his head. so he goes backstage afterwards, to double check. just to be safe! just, following some gut instinct. he walks in with the confidence of a person who is exactly where he's meant to be.

and this is how he comes to witness grian being shoved into an awfully tiny cage. feathers still signed, injury untreated. he's being scolded. threatened with a lit torch through the iron bars, told to do better. if he doesn't want fire to touch him, then he needs to just do it right next time.

scar steps in, donning a salesman persona. a collector of wondrous things and creatures! he says he wants to buy this red-winged avian off of them. names a ludicrous sum, too.

the watchers refuse, laughing at him. they enjoy grian's suffering too much to let him go. they don't care for scar's (made-up) riches.

and, well. scar doesn't take a no for an answer <3

he sneaks back in later, breaks grian out, and gives him the same offer he gives to everyone else: a place to heal, to stay at, but at will. free to decide for himself.

free of cages and rings of fire.

he puts personhood back into grian's trembling, weak hands. and promises that one day, grian is going to thrive.

and if he needs to, scar will be there with him every step of the way until grian can see that for himself.

[fyeahlolita]

I feel like modern Lolita is rather a description of a shape of dress rather than a fashion subculture. Like old school Lolita had many different cuts of dresses and even outfits with pants with a lot of variety in head gear and accessories. I feel like modern Lolita just doesn't have this diversity

Lol yeah, I’ve felt this was since like 2012. There definitely feels like there was a point in the fashion where the aesthetics were purely about what fit over a cupcake petticoat and what checked a couple different aesthetic boxes.

I’ve been out of the Lolita discussion for too long, but ugh, I definitely remember “salopettes are just something Lolita brands release for *other* fashion, *not* Lolita” being a big piece of “advice” given out. As if a dress released by a Lolita brand, in the same print, in the same style, in the same outfit, but with a slightly different skirt shape was somehow not Lolita? As if Lolita brands didn��t know what they were even releasing? I don’t know if this is something people still say, but I will fight them forever about it.

[istherewifiinhell]

do u even remember how we started following each other (the first time) i just saw ur one of my earliest remainingly-visible notes on ny art from TWENTY-TWENTY and im like damn 1. its been that long 2. what did we possibly have in common then kjsf was it just IDs.

literally not a clue. but the date range is about right. if i remember correctly there was a route 'hey that post was turf shit' dm b4 any real convo. 2020 i think? so mutuals? or just one way following? for that long. really have no idea. a real zero fandom overlap at the time. just IDs. and i liked your art.

now im sure you didnt send this to give me a research project but i have a blog so i dont have have a brain so. tracking ur ghost on my posts. earliest confirmed interaction i found. oct 5th 2020. INDEED. image description bitching. there are earlier posts with the suspicious (x) notes but have only (x-1) users in the likes. maybeee there was one other blog who was a regular and deleted/got deleted but... not likely more than that.

oct 8. about shower chairs.

nov 11. loona is group, not a person

nov 13. reading the intercept is hard

dec 11. stars align sweep

suspected interactions: dogs and halloween fireworks (maybe on ur blog or maybe at a different fireworks heavy date?? oct 31, naturally), unrainbows your sprinkles (dec 1)

earliest rbing art: nov 17, dec 3, dec 18, dec 24, dec 27

[thevioletcaptain]

🙍🏽‍♀️🐷🪷 (i scrolled and picked three random emojis pls enjoy)

“You wanna run that by me one more time?”

On the other end of the line, Patience lets out a long-suffering sigh — as though Dean’s the one making unexpected phone calls at quarter past three in the morning — and says it again. The words don’t make any more sense than they did the first time.

“In fourteen hours and — now seventeen minutes — a pig in Lotus, Illinois is going to die, and unless you save her life, she’s taking everyone in a 50 mile radius with her. And yeah, before you ask me to say it a third time, I am acutely aware of how stupid this sounds.”

“And when you say pig, are we talkin’ Babe, or—?“

“My visions aren’t symbolic, Dean. It’s an actual pig. Her name is Princess.”

“Right. Just… wanted to be sure before we started trailing all the cops in uh, where’d you say? Lotus?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t find one there anyway. Internet says it’s an unincorporated community — looks like there’s maybe three farms there, total.”

“Looks like?”

“Satellite images,” she says.

“Right. Hey, hold on a sec.”

“‘Kay.”

Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, Dean pushes the rest of the way out of bed and throws on the same jeans he took off two hours ago. Switches out the ratty t-shirt he’d been almost-sleeping in for a fresh one, and yanks on his boots.

For once, he’d been planning on sleeping a solid seven hours. He was going to make maple bacon with blueberry waffles in the morning. Jack was going to help him mix the batter.

Depending on how things shake out with Patience’s vision, he might never be able to enjoy bacon again. Or for a few months, at least.

Fully dressed and heading out into the hall, he puts his phone back to his ear.

“I’m back,” he says, making his way toward the kitchen. He thumps twice on Sam’s door as he passes it, barking out a gruff hunt in response to Sam’s bleary huh? “Please tell me you’ve got some idea of how exactly Peppa’s gettin’ popped so we can try to do something about it.”

“I have no clue.”

“And you didn’t see anything else? Any details at all. A barn, a farmer, anything? Because this is…”

“Impossible. I know. But that’s all I’ve got. The pig just keels over, then bursts in a blinding flash of light, and ten seconds later Illinois has a brand new crater the size of New Jersey.”

“Okay, well — that’s something.”

“What?”

“The light. What color is it?”

“White, mostly,” Patience says, then hums a little to herself. “But… huh, actually, there is a bit of purple. Right in the center. Right before it goes supernova.”

“Purple light usually means witchcraft,” Dean says, approaching the kitchen. He can see the light on; can hear the telltale sound of Cas stirring sugar into coffee. “Maybe the pig is the final ingredient in some kind of magic bomb?”

“Could be,” Patience agrees. “But hey, listen, I gotta try and get a couple more hours sleep — huge test in the morning. But if anything else comes to me I’ll call you, okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good. And uh— thanks. And good luck.”

“You too.”

The line goes dead just as Dean steps into the kitchen, and Cas looks up at him from the table, where he’s reading an article in one of the Men of Letters’ old issues of The Farmer’s Almanac. He frowns at the sight of the phone in Dean’s hand. Frowns harder still when Dean heads directly for the coffee machine with nothing but a brief brush of a hand over his shoulder.

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s a day ending in Y,” Dean says with a sigh, pouring a cup from the thankfully still-hot jug. “You up for a road trip?”

“Of course. Where are we going?”

"Illinois," Dean tells him, leaning back against the counter as Sam arrives, his hair sticking so far out to one side that Dean suspects it’s generating its own electric charge.

He eyes it over his mug and has the grim thought that all that static electricity might be the thing to light Miss Piggy's fuse. Oblivious to Dean's train of thought, Sam lets out an explosive yawn. Dean bites back the kind of mildly-hysterical laugh that can only come when sleep-deprived and preparing to drive toward impending danger.

"What's in Illinois?" Cas prompts him, and Sam yawns again as he waves a hand for Dean to explain, and Dean takes a long sip of his coffee as he searches for a better way to put it than Patience had managed on her first try.

He's not sure that he succeeds where clarity of substance is concerned, but as far as style goes? He thinks he's nailed it.

“Short version? Royal rescue mission, but the Princess is a pig."

Cas squints at him.

“I think,” he says, looking over at Sam, who is blinking slowly as he tries to parse Dean’s words, “We’re going to need the long version.”

[written for this prompt game] [find me on ao3 as imogenbynight 💚]

[bunnihearted]

🫖🐭☁️🍚

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[chimerri]

ur art style is so fluid and silly and cutie i love it my alien stage bbys<33

AAaa Thank you!! ToT <3 I'm really happy people are enjoying my alnst fanart! I was in an art rut for a good 2 years or so, so it makes me happy to be able to go ham over a series again!! ;v;)9

[theirloveisgross]

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[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

ngl being in the habit of replying to fic comments is actually helping me write the thank you cards for my wedding bc it has taught me that 1) you can still be genuine while following a script and 2) when you get stuck on one that's v meaningful and you want to let it percolate a bit you can use that time to respond to the ones that only require the script