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[artfight]

Hi? is it possible to get a higher res of the team templates for this year?

[infamous-if]

Congrats on finishing chapter 4!! Can't wait to play it! <3 Now that it's done, do you know yet when you'll be posting it?

thank you!! and yes I do!! im just playing through the entire demo to make sure everything works/shows up. As I mentioned in my last author update I fixed the stat page and stuff so I just want to make sure there's nothing breaking anything. (the Blake variable traumatized me)

Once I finish that, I'll be posting it !

Woot! Woot!

[alikaheroes]

Let’s see

unusual(ish) asks <3

who’s your celebrity crush?

are you single or taken?

rant. just do it

do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

how many accounts do you have?

how many pairs of shoes do you have?

opinion on… (specify to the person you’re asking to)

how many accounts do you follow?

favorite brand of clothing?

name a dog

what unusual talent do you have?

what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

ever prank called a store?

what’s your coffee order?

what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

google the top song from the year you were born

rant about your favorite musician 

what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?

describe your blog in 3-5 words

what’s a conspiracy you believe in?

if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?

if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

can you dance? sing?

what’s something you can’t stop buying?

crowds or small groups?

how long before a trip do you pack?

what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?

what quote or inspirational setting do you think is bs?

if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?

how old do you get mistaken for?

what do you think about a lot

do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

what does home mean to you?

what do you think you’d be arrested for?

have you ever been called down to the principals office?

post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

describe your aesthetic

answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation 

feel free to reblog or send me some if you’d like! this took forever so reblog please!

[fashion-runways]

You've been KILLING it with the shoeposting recently

i know a lot of fanartists and dnd players follow me, so anytime i find some weird funky lil thing that i know would be fun for them, i gotta post it ✌️

[skullsemi]

What do you imagine Oswald and Mickeys parents to be like ( and who takes more after who )

Truth be told, I've got no idea, anon. But hey– actually, why not explore that concept? There are so many comics out there with crazy stories so yeah, I'll play with that thought for a change.

I can see Oswald taking curiosity in the mechanics of things like boats and trains because of their father. While Mickey would love to pretend to have adventures on it, he'd also take great pride on following their mother's kindness.

I feel like they'd both be great storytellers too, the Mouse Father with impossible fantasy stories—a slapstick comedy lover. And the Rabbit Mother with mystery intriguing narratives—an Agatha Christie lover.

And who takes more after who, uh, I don't know. I can't really picture the parents all the way through their entire childhood (I don't want to say it's the whole disney orphans trope but, kinda?)

Overall, if they had parents, they'd be great people really, with some strong personalities here and there.

[the-cookie-dragons]

Could you draw Goldenlily Golden Cheese x White Lily

here ya go! I enjoyed coloring golden cheese so much! I’ve never drawn the goldenlily pair so again, a first! but I had lots of fun w this ☆⌒ヽ(〃°ω°〃)

[alltimecharlo]

I'm so curious about the pony fic like...(?

this is sooo silly and i wrote it like immediately after listening to cat's podcast with them for the first time but, the entire premise is literally: will's about to hook up with a girl, like LITERALLY about to, and then pony by ginuwine suddenly starts playing because it's the ringtone will set for mack lol. the girl's like seriously?

will regrets his life choices but is like... i should probably get that right??? what if mack's hurt/not okay? i told him what i was doing... surely it's an emergency? the girl's like ugh, ok whatever.

basically mack's calling to be like 'uhhh, why don't you come here and fuck me instead?' will's brain short-circuits and then he's rushing out of there SO fast and saying 'yeah, yeah. okay' and driving over to mack because what! the! hell!

this is a fic i've written most of haha but just held off posting because i didn't really feel it was ao3-worthy. maybe i'll post what i have here in full if people would like to see?! it's literally just silliness and crack shennanigans lol.

here's a snippet that gives you the vibe immediately lol:

“Hey?” He answers cautiously as he half-eyes the girl and repositions himself a bit on the bed so his jeans aren’t cutting into his hardening dick so much. “Hey.” Mack answers quickly, sounding chipper, like he’s pleased to have caught him, which confuses Will. Not an emergency then. “I, uh. Dude, I told you where I am. I can come and hang after. We can finish that—“ “Oh I know.” Mack says easily, cutting off any trail of thought in Will’s brain. “Uh, right. So just let me finish up here and then—“ “Orrrrr, you could come over here and get your dick wet instead.” Will’s mouth drops open in the way he’s been told it does after a brutal shift on the ice.

[kcggggg]

Hi KC. Never expected to see your work referenced in my 13 year old mmorpg, but Guild Wars 2 just released a patch that includes a hidden achievement titled This is Fine and has this description. It made me wonder if you get contacted for this kind of thing. I hope it's not a bother for me to message about.

I wasn't contacted by the game company, but I don't really need to be for small references like this. They're there for you and others to enjoy!

Maybe if I played GW2, it would be for me to enjoy as well! But I don't. Instead I play a game with myself to see how long it takes to be surprised that day by my own meme out in the real world. A game I often lose/win/participate unwillingly in.

Anyway, how fun! To be remembered!

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Could you do either Daryl D or Dean W for Secret Child? I feel like these two would fit that one greatly lol.

.⋆｡Moonlight｡⋆.

7k Follower Bingo

Daryl Dixon x plus size reader

Who knew the end of the world would finally bring you back to the man who gave you everything and nothing before leaving?

Warnings: mom!reader, secret kid, abandonment and its associated issues, swearing, angst, no walkers but mentions of them, prison!era, short but I might do a part 2 WC: 1.7k Minors DNI Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Fear and rage were not new emotions for you, in fact, they were old friends that loved to overstay their welcome. Yet, for mch of your life, you were grateful for that festering fire that never quite seemed to die; when your father decided that he no longer wanted to be a father, abandoning you at the ripe age of 7; when bullies relentlessly tortured you for nearly a decade; and especially when the man you thought loved you with all his heart vanished after you finally slept with him, leaving you with a void in your soul and his baby in your belly. Fear and rage were there for you, forcing you back to your feet, despite the physical or mental hurt, and pushed you forwards until all you had left was your anger.

And your baby.

“Mama.” A little hand wrapped around the front of your throat, choking you just enough to get your attention.

“Yes baby?” You delicately moved her hand down to your collarbone where her chubby fingers danced along your skin. She hummed against your back, inevitably wiping her nose on your shirt. You continued scrounging through the bin of clothes at the back of the mechanic shop you had stumbled across, waiting for her to find her words. Luna was getting too big for the meagre stash of toddler clothes you had grabbed before your apartment was overrun, so repurposing coveralls would have to do until you could find something else.

“Gonna eat home?” You pulled a smallish jumpsuit from the bin, should be easy enough to cut up to vaguely fit her. You tossed it towards the hiking backpack you were using for your things.

“Maybe. What do you think? Should we sleep over in a house or do some camping?” She liked ‘camping’, she got to stay up late, look at the stars and play the quiet game until she fell asleep in your arms. You had been lucky the past couple weeks, finding abandoned houses with enough canned food to last until the next one so it had been a while since you had to sleep in a car or on top of a truck with your baby. 

A little leg kicked at your side, quickly getting restless in her carrier. “Houz.” 

“Ok. House it is. What colour is it gonna be?” You bit back a groan as you straightened up, even after months of carrying her like this practically all day, your back still had yet to adapt. 

“Don’t know mama. Purgle?” You smiled despite the gnawing anxiety at the base of your skull. How long would this lucky streak last? How long would you be alone, raising your daughter in a world that was now only blood and pain? 

“Hmm purple. That would be very pretty. Do you think this purple house will have a…” You prompted as you took a step towards the bag, grabbing Luna’s foot playfully. Her tiny sneaker that was so cute it made your ovaries hurt, kicked against your palm as she half-heartedly attempted to escape your grasp.

“Book!” She squealed and redoubled her efforts to escape her prison. You laughed under your breath, of course that’s what she wanted most. Books were sacred to your little Luna considering you could only carry one or two at a time, she loved her bedtime stories more than anything in the world.

“I’m sure we can find you a book to read tonight baby. Maybe even two. But we have to play the quiet game for a little bit. Can you do that for me?” A firm nod against your spine was the only answer you needed to grab the handle of the back pack and swing it over your shoulders, effectively concealing Luna from the world. Quiet and hidden meant she was safe, she knew that well.

You still had a couple hours of daylight to find a refuge for the night, should be more than enough if you moved fast. The garage doors remained open, like you left them, but the car that you had passed on your way in now had the trunk popped. Fear began to rear its head, purring happily as you laid your hand on the handle of the large hunting knife hanging from your hip. One of the dead couldn’t have done that, and you wouldn’t let the living even get a chance to notice you were there.

There was no exit out the back, the door in the office had been sealed shut with age, and you definitely couldn’t squeeze through a window. So out the front was the only way. You tightened the straps on Luna’s baby carrier, pulling her closer to you. She gave a small grumble of protest, her tiny fists pressing to your shoulder blades but then settled again. You kept your steps light, your head on a swivel.

The street was clear save for a pickup truck at the end of the block, you could see it as you crept to the garage door. There was a library around the corner in the opposite direction, you could make it if you ran hard. Just as your back foot planted, a click sounded from right behind your head.

“Don’t.” You froze, muscles still tensed for your run. “Turn around. Hand off the knife.” You obeyed however unwillingly. A bullet moved a hell of a lot faster than you. Lull him into a false sense of security, look for a weak point, run. 

He was older but not old— greying hair, built physique, the showy gun in his hands was too sure to be something he wasn’t familiar with. His blue eyes scanned the length of your body but there was no lust or menace in it, like he was searching for injuries. “‘M not gonna hurt you. Are you alone?”

You kept your mouth shut and the man sighed. “You are. Look, we have a safe place; the prison just outside town. We can take you there, let you rest for a while.” 

“We?” His shoulders dropped, a warm smile growing on his lips.

“Yeah, me and my friend. There’s women and children, walls, and fresh water. You’ve been alone a while I’m guessing?” Something about him eased the biting fear in your chest. You finally stood up straight, dropping your hands back down to your sides.

“Name?” He chuckled as if he expected the question sooner, holding out his hand to shake after returning his gun to its holster. You ignored the gesture which he didn’t seem to mind.

“Rick Grimes.” A tiny foot jammed into your side as Luna sat up, her chin perching on your shoulder. “You’ve got a kid.” The man’s eyes went wide, his stance faltering.

“Thank you captain obvious, anything else you want to comment on?” You took a hold of her foot, shaking it as if to reassure both her and yourself that things were ok. Rick’s smile softened. “You got one?”

“Two. Oldest is 14, youngest is a couple months.” Your eyebrows raised. “Yours?” He gestured to Luna who was now trying her darndest to pull herself over your shoulder.

“Almost 2.” 

“Mama.” She whined but you gently shushed her, craning your neck to press a kiss to the plump swell of her cheek which calmed her down enough to at least stop kicking your ribs.

“She’s cute. What’s her-“

“Rick! Where the hell… are-“ The rasp of another voice grated against your ears though it was so intimately familiar. You whipped around to find exactly the man you thought was there, the last person you had let hurt you. 

“Daryl.” His eyes widened, those icy blues you loved so much reminding you of why you had a toddler nestled against you. You hated them now.

He physically stumbled, the crossbow in his hands falling to the street with a clatter. “I-“

Daryl finally looked past you and to the baby hanging off your back with a face identical to his own with your eyes. “I called you.” You snarled, chest puffing up. The pain of those first few weeks alone and terrified sparked up your nerves. “I called you, I begged you to come back.”

“She’s-“

“Yeah she’s fucking yours, you’d have known if you bothered to find me.” Luna whined louder, grabbing at your neck as her distress mounted. You didn’t hesitate to throw off the back pack and retrieve her from the carrier. She curled into your chest, tears quickly soaking through your shirt. 

Her tears doused the fire of your fury, the last of the smoke leaving your lungs. “You left.” 

The hunter deflated at the sight of her, his scarred hands flexing with the urge to reach out and touch her, or maybe to run once more. “I had ta.” He avoided your gaze, instead looking at Rick.

“You fucking-“

“Hey.” Rick stepped between you. “Let’s get you two to the prison and then we can have this talk. Sun’s goin down soon, we’ll need to go now if we don’t want to drive in the dark.” You nodded and he grabbed your bag, swinging it onto his shoulder. 

“Yer comin with m- us?” Daryl sounded hopeful, voice soft as Luna finally calmed down, her eyelids fluttering with the weight of sleep. You almost cursed him out again but Rick was right, you could kill him later when you’ve had a full night’s sleep and some real food.

“Guess so. It’s not just me out here, if it was, I would’ve shot you.” He nodded dutifully and picked up the crossbow. 

“I know.” Daryl whispered, giving you space as you walked past him but you knew he was watching each step you took. Your rage and fear had driven you for so long, letting your mind take a backseat when things began to hurt you but something else inside of your heart began to grow in the twilight of that spring day, nestling itself beside them like moonlight emerging from dark clouds. You knew he would grovel and beg for forgiveness but never try to excuse his actions, that when it came down to it, Daryl would step up. Because he knew of rage and fear but he also knew of the silvery, cool light of hope.

You could only steel yourself for the day that those raging fires died and Luna and her father reminded you of why you loved in the first place.

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[ultimatesomething-1191]

(How pointless…how pointless…)

[Komaeda had been pacing around the room for a while, eyes fixed to the ground as his hands grew clammy from the way he had them clenched together.

Fully dressed in his clean uniform, fresh bandages for his arm and chest done, Komaeda couldn’t help but sweat. Though the summers in Japan were cruel and unforgiving, the only thing Komaeda felt could be more unforgiving - and in his own words: rightfully so - should be his classmates. It was one thing for Hinata to forgive him; to look after and tolerate their existence, to even love them deeply as they had come to find.

It was a whole other thing for anyone else in the class to spare him a second thought. They shouldn’t, really. They should look at him with distain, like a lowly bug in their way or an unfortunate spillage on the floor. So why did he even bother coming back?

Maybe he felt guilty. Guilty that Hinata had to do so much work, guilty that he never extended even a sorry to his classmates and teachers, due to the state he had been in. Maybe that’s why he chose to come back.

But yet, Komaeda continued to pace the floor, muttering something incomprehensible with a serious, strained expression on his face.]

How pointless…how absolutely pointless…why do I even bother?

( @komaedas-fragments )

*Hinata enters the room, straightening the collar of his shirt. He frowns when he sees Komaeda pacing, and slowly approaches him.*

Hey. You okay?

[delinquentfromspace]

I think your knife is really cool. How did you make it?

Oh uh, thanks. It’s just a sharpened piece of metal with a curved end as a handle. Out here you work with what you can find, ain’t gotta be pretty.

[artfight]

Oh, Art Fight! I need motivation to compete my references! What must I do ?!

(/silly)

you didn't hear this from me, but if you don't complete your references in time, john artfight will get you...

(You don't need up-to-date full reference sheets for Art Fight! You can also update your characters' artwork at any time, including during the event.)

[fatliberation]

Thought I'd share some queer/fat joy with you: I went to a pride parade today, and the event included a series of drag/burlesque performances. One of the burlesque performers was a fat woman – and everybody cheered for her like crazy. She also used a few minutes after her performance to advocate against skinnytok (also cheered on by the audience)

And I had some of my fat liberation and feedism mini zines laying out at one of the stalls and found that about half of them had actually been picked up by people by the end of the day

YAY THAT’S WONDERFUL!!!

[disney-mystical-au]

I've been meaning to ask, in the Au im sure mickey and ortensia interact alot since ortensia travels with the brothers/is close to oswald soooo

Whats her dynamic with mickey? And how did mickey react to the two getting together? 💙🩷

Hi Flames! So glad of you to ask this question! :D

And for sure they interact a lot (thanks to Oswald hehe), in fact, those two are really great friends! Mickey was easily warmed up to Ortensia (because she saved him one time, which also led to them meeting for the first time...👀) and saw her as like an older sister hehe, enjoying her presence and always looking forward to spending time with her. Ortensia, on the other hand, loves Mickey; she finds him very energetic, yet a kind soul. Although she does see him a bit of a troublemaker in him at times (but they're not to crazy so she doesn't mind at all, Oswald on the other hand is a whole different story-) But I guess that’s all I could say about them, they overall enjoy each other’s company and often get advices about life, plants and magic.

And about them getting together? They haven’t actually became official with each other yet, however…

Let’s say he’s trying his best in being Oswald’s wingman. 😏✨

[gettinontopic]

Let me know if this is an inappropriate addition, because I'm not trying to derail from the point that a lot of white trans men project past "white woman fears" onto trans men who aren't white without considering that Black trans men and other trans moc literally never experienced that. But I'm worried it might end up being derailing, so I didn't add it to that post.

That projection attitude just reminded me of how I wasn't really treated like a "fragile girl" to protect when I was a kid, because I was disabled. I was treated as super violent and aggressive, and if I did express any sort of upset, adults got pissed.

It just makes it seem like the white trans men doing that are ignoring the existence of different types of trans men on multiple levels in order to... I don't know, try to attack the entire community under a guise of righteous self flagellation or something?

Nah this is like, exactly it. If you added this I'd probably rb it lol.

Many of these fucking dudes are projecting their experiences onto the whole community, and its fucking weird.

Many of us are not white, or we are disabled or various other intersections that kept plenty of us from being the scared white woman these dudes are osessed with paiting us all as.