#|| i'll be reblogging this again later

[deoidesign]

FUCK-

[possessable]

Myla holds Sly upright in the water while Iselda dresses any wounds he has before tending to everyone else n she gets to take a minute to sigh and understand that this is what happens when one has their head in the clouds too much and she doesnt want it for herself!

She gets distracted and almost drops Sly, but blinks n keeps tending to him too <3 Sly wakes up and sees her trying to relax too and is so proud of his crew hehe.

i am now invested in the friendship between charactesr who have never spoken in the game

[notachair]

Since atla is again having an extra surge of popularity, I'm shooting my shot:

[ID: (Rest of image description in alt). At the bottom of the image sits the text: "Zuko: Okay. Well, I can't remember how it starts, but the punchline is "leaf me alone, I'm bushed."" ID end].

Did we ever find out what the setup for this joke was? I feel kinda haunted by it. If not- anyone wanna make their best or worst guesses?

edit: I now know what "I'm bushed" mean, but go ahead anyway 👍

haunted thoughts in tags ↓

[trashsketch]

I'm now in the middle of drawing one page of a killugon comic, I think I'm having fun with it, please give me strength to finish it despite it being so short ;w; I want to slowly get back into making comics again

[somegrumpynerd]

Time for a new toy!

Seems like skateboard is the clear winner! (Doing it a little early this week since I didnt mean to leave it so late last time, hopefully there isn't suddenly hundreds of votes for something else after I post this lol) Tomorrow there will be a skateboard in the garden :D

So now it's time to decide for next week,

("Nothing" is an option that will still yield a cat, it's not just there like a trick lol)

[basilbots]

Okay so this exchange in Silly Celestials Lunar: I'm made entirely of nanomachines! Helios: That's horrifying In Helios' dimension having nanomachines in your body is normal (which I assume isn't the case for canon Solar), however they are strictly additions upon an existing non-nano endoskeleton. So what Lunar told Helios was essentially "I don't have bones" so yeah horrifying is appropriate

[hostradio]

pov  i  am  looking  at  you  with  the  biggest,  most pathetic  eyes.  🥺 what  if  we  were  mutuals  and  you  LIKED  this  post  for  a  starter?  (  multis  please  specify  muse  or  give  me  a  handful  to  choose  from!  )

[universe-prime]

This is less of a "character study" and more like my own personal "bullshit cheat sheet"

Bioware is a bunch of cowards and REFUSES to show us naked turians so, in the chance I need to do my part for society, I wanted a personal reference for Garrus + some little extra stuff of Null. Feel free to use this for yourself if you like, but just know that biology was NOT in the forefront of my mind and I purely designed shit based on aesthetic/what kinda makes sense visually

[angelsdean]

ruthlessly deleting old 2021/2022 posts (not by me) from my dean studies tag like *click* un-incorporating that from my beliefs system! also the way SO many posts have me like ok uh-huh good aaand then say one completely wrong thing that loses me. it's so many posts.

[autistme]

geoff...

[princesable]

ok hi toyhouse is now public. nobody do anything crazy. not a lot of info anywhere because i have a really hard time writing stuff out but immmm working on it. feel free to look around and ask questions if you wanna.

link to said toyhouse

[trujellyfish]

one of my favourite scenes in Saiki is when you learn that one of his powers is petrification but anything in front of his eyes will stop the power

so like a respectable young man, he wears glasses so as to not randomly petrify people!

and then in the same breath you find out that literally any pair of glasses will work but Mr. I-Hate-Being-the-Centre-of-Attention chooses to wear a pair of neon green glasses

i respect his commitment to the bit 🙏

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

Yeah, it's about that time I take a hiatus from this fandom again 😭

Anyway, uh. I don't consider myself an "anti" but if you identify as a proshipper or adjacent, please just save me the trouble and block me.

Or make yourself known so I can do it myself. This isn't a hate post (except it is). This is me curating my own online experience, which doesn't involve seeing sibling or father/son ships. Or people who consume that content.

Y'all can play with your dolls in a corner veeeeeery far away from me and behind a bunch of walls.

And if I ever have to read the words "twinyard scat" again, I will have to end it all.

[rustbeltjessie]

Reckless Chants #27: to resist despair

A text-heavy zine with some collages (+ a comic and a pull-out centerfold), Reckless Chants #27 includes pieces about growing up as a queer punk in a mid-sized Midwest city, favorite bands, old friends lost and found, Wisconsin and Chicago, disappointment and sadness, resisting despair, still believing in punk after all these years, and so much more. 52 pages, half-letter size. $5+$3 shipping (w/in the U.S.).

Available for purchase via:

ko-fi.com / rustbeltjessie

paypal.me / rustbeltjessie

Venmo: @ JessieLynnMcMains

If you live outside the U.S. and would like to order a copy, or would like to pay some other way, please contact me at coeur.de.fantome @ gmail.com. Also, if you run a shop or distro and would like to sell this zine (or any other zines I have available), I offer bulk/wholesale prices—please contact me!

[1am-yan]

strawpage doodles i received for my birthday!

more under the cut + rambling ->

first. the kylars above. they're so incredibly cute ?!!! and since this almost a kylar fanblog i had to put them as a special feature above the cut, of course...

i am eating the cake they definitely did not do anything to and appreciating their silly face SO hard rn... and woahhh even a little jar as a gift? so kind of them :)

HEHE i just can't describe how nice it is to me to get art of the little creature i love...!! thank you so much! like i keep going back to look at those ones in particular saved on my phone because they make me so happy nfdjsnjfd

and of course, look at all of these!!!

adorable bf drawings and assorted doodles... thank you SO much for everything submitted here and also all of your messages!! i adore the variety of things i was sent, it's so fun X)

i've never had a birthday with so many interactions and i can't explain how strange it is... in a really good way, obviously. i'm so happy :> i hope i can continue to make new mutuals and new friends and keep drawing lots of kylar and harper and ocs and whoever else :D

[happysaddca]

You don't need a lot of context for this. It's part of the Constellations AU, before the virus, before you start dating the DCA.

There's bits of worldbuilding in here for the fic, but genuinely I just wrote this because I miss playing the soup game and realize Moon absolutely would torment you and Sun both with random soup "facts".

"Did you know that the ocean is technically soup?"

You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to groan. "Moon, please tell me you're not on reddit again."

"You're the one with an account." Its voice is coming from behind and above, and you know if you turn around, Moon will be lounging across the arcade machines while you sweep up random bits of popcorn and other debris. "I am merely enjoying the breadth of knowledge humanity has to offer. Cereal is also soup."

"There's the breadth of human knowledge... and then there's reddit." You grab the dustpan, noticing Moon isn't scrolling; it's watching you. "What?"

"What?" Its faceplate twists til it is nearly upside down.

You feel for something to throw at Moon, finding your to do list and crumpling it in your hand. Your aim isn't the worst, and you manage to smack the edge of its smile. "Ha, got you!"

"Ah! I've been wounded!" Moon's face untwists as it dramatically drapes itself over the machines, your phone safely clutched in one hand. "You've killed me Star. My and Sun's deaths are at your hands."

"I gave you my phone to listen to music, not be given dubious soup facts. If you're going to be a nuisance, at least help me clean." You poke at Moon with the handle of your broom, nudging its arm.

"I can't help. I'm busy being dead." Moon's wheezy laugh is soft and short as you giggle.

"So I'm talking to a corpse?"

"Yes." Moon's eyes were dimmed, but one brightens as it peeks at you. "Clearly. For shame Starlight."

"All right." You lean up to pat its shoulder, then stretch to reach its hand. "Then I'm picking the music."

"Ah!" Moon's suddenly up and in the air, its cable snapping taut with the sudden weight. "No, we are choosing the music tonight"

"We? You're going to put on Frank Sinatra again no matter what Sun and I want to listen to." You have to find where your to do list landed, uncrumpling it against your cart. A tick goes next to sweep the main arcade, and the sheet is tucked next to your coffee while you move on.

"We have listened to other things."

"Sinatra covers don't count."

"Beatles covers do?"

"I'll throw my coffee at you."

"Naughty. You'll make a mess." Moon follows close behind, floating overhead by the cable while playing on your phone. As expected, Sinatra's soothing voice plays, a little tinny from the terrible quality of your phone's speakers. Moon is humming along, and you can't help but join in for a bar or two. You start cleaning again in the party rooms, taking advantage of the peace from Moon to work. If you're quick, you'll be able to study before it insists on a nap.

"They do not make pools sound particularly pleasant."

"Huh?"

"'Pools are human soup.' That sounds unappetizing."

You've found an abandoned gift bag, flipping it over in your hand to check out the trinkets inside. There's a temporary tattoo of Roxy -- her official design, not the one that resides in this plex. "That does sound gross. I don't swim much anyway. Too many public pool stories about pee to want to try."

"Lost and Found." Moon's hand snatches the gift bag from your hands.

"Hey! It's just a generic bag. No one's coming back for it." You try to take it back, but Moon holds it just out of reach. Annoying, tall, stickbug of a bot. It just has to stand straight to best you. "Moon."

"Me."

You give up on trying to get the bag, dropping back on your heels with a huff. "You're being extra annoying right now." Its eyes narrow as its faceplate rocks back and forth. "Is something eating you?"

"Wouldn't be very tasty."

"Moon."

"Still me."

"Did something happen?" Silence, though its eyes and smile remain thin. "Did something happen to Sun?" Its eyes widen briefly. "Ah." You grimace. "The assistants again. They did seem off earlier during clean up."

"She didn't want to worry you." Moon's tone is apologetic, its smile all but gone.

You nod. It's not like you have been exactly subtle in your dislike of the daycare assistants and their treatment of Sun and Moon, especially Sun. You sigh, letting all the negative feelings that suddenly cropped up out with it. In three, two, one, you'll be okay and not wanting to call the assistants assholes. They are assholes. But neither Sun nor Moon particularly cared to hear it.

"How about you help me gather up the trash to take out and we can spend the rest of my shift watching movies together?"

"Don't you have to study? And rest." Moon's ability to remember the details of your schedule would be offputting if it wasn't a robot.

You wave away the concern. "I've studied plenty before." Lie. "I should be fine." Lie. "And I always fall asleep during our movie binges. Come on, help me out Moony. For Sun?"

Moon's face tick tick ticks ever so slowly around, unspinning right before it's made a full three sixty degree turn. "For Sun," it finally agrees, and you grin.

"Excellent. I'll grab the trash and replace the bags if you can run it to the dumpster."

"Ah, the worst job. Thank you." You ignore Moon, rushing through the end of your task list so you can put your cart away. It's as you're draining the last of your coffee that Moon speaks up again.

"Coffee is bean soup."

It's close enough that you hit its faceplate dead center with the now empty styrofoam cup even as it laughs in sheer delight from the look on your face.