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[pentimint]

i had like a psychic vision of this

[supposed-to-be-studying]

A tiny Holy Mary shrine at Poznańska street in Warsaw.

[cyrusthemagician]

Alright. Who let them out of the basement. (infected design at the bottom is mine, infected design at the top is @unoriginal-and-dumb )

He only needs to see sunlight once every 3 weeks cmon man

[toughbunnyforever]

trying out human things. its boring

[tunnaa-unnaa]

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mild TotK spoilers

(source)

[doctorharrisbonkersphd]

I am throwing up

Update: Ariel has removed "wife" from her insta bio

Update 2: Ned has been removed from the Try Guys

Update 3: Ned had released a statement

Update 4: Ariel has released a statement asking for privacy

[hyperbali]

Yeah, it's the romance stuff. I'm already disinclined to give him the benefit of the doubt given his track record, but this absolutely reads as him being a bitter bitch

"Sex dolls"???

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Pixane is very princess and knight coded to me but don't get it twisted Zane the princess (ice, magical, wears white) and Pixal's the knight (wears armor, guides zane, fights with swords)

[mellonposting]

I want a Lord of the Rings animated series done by Tom Moore.

Cartoon Saloon's style portrays fantastical intensity so well while also carrying the stories they tell with such lightness and fluidity. The 1978 animated version of Lotr leaned on the weight, action, and drama of Tolkien's trilogy but I think Moore could make something that would include the abstraction and artistry the story deserves.

[defectivehero]

If you'd like, please write about an injured hero who needs to be carried around by villain! >:D

“One more complaint and I’m dropping you,” the villain announces, briefly readjusting their grip. They have one arm looped under the hero's knee and the other supporting their enemy's back.

The hero has been steadily avoiding eye contact, instead looking ahead. They look a bit flustered, for some reason. “This is humiliating,” the hero sighs, looking down at their ankle with a menacing glare.

“Yes, it is humiliating,” the villain agrees, an annoyed expression on their face as they stare ahead. They thank the stars that they're walking down a rather narrow and abandoned side street. They wouldn't be able to do this downtown, in broad daylight—both because they're too prideful, and because someone may recognize them. “Maybe if you had paid attention instead of tripping over nothing-”

“Hey, that’s not very nice bedside manner,” the hero interjects. The villain has to take a moment to process that statement.

“Bedside manner is for people who are ill or dying,” the villain sighs, “You’re just dramatic.” Gods, why do they even bother? They could be at home right now, washing the dried blood from their skin and melting under the warm water from their shower. Instead, they're carrying the hero across town as if they're some sort of delivery service. Absolutely ridiculous.

“You haven’t dropped me,” the hero points out. They look far too smug for the villain's liking. Indeed, their next remark nearly makes the villain's jaw crack from how hard they're gritting their teeth. “So I must be doing something right.”

The villain takes a deep breath, trying to maintain their composure. Leave it to their enemy to make a simple act of kindness so painful, overcomplicated, and tedious. “You’re clinging onto my neck so tightly that I’ll get whiplash if I drop you,” the villain feels the need to point out.

“Fair enough,” the hero acquiesces. After a moment’s contemplation, they loosen their grip on their neck. The villain can almost feel the weight slowly seeping from their shoulders. They had underestimated the hero's grip strength, it seems.

They expect the hero to be still once more, but their enemy doesn't relax. It only takes a few moments for them to snap. "Stop squirming," the villain demands.

"I was loosening my grip, asshole-" The hero seethes irritatedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?" The villain asks, making a show of looking around at the empty street around them. "Was I just insulted for helping my enemy back to their agency—which, might I say, is an entirely voluntary and selfless act of heroism?"

The hero scoffs and rolls their eyes. "Oh, please," they huff. The villain gets the feeling that, if their arms were free, they'd cross them over their chest in indignation. "You wouldn't know heroism if it punched you in the face."

The villain just stares at them, waiting for them to catch on to what they just said. The hero connects the dots moments later, as they evidently realize that they themself have indeed punched the villain in the face before.

An awkward tension clings to the air. The villain continues walking down the street towards the hero's agency, internally cursing their pure heart. If this is how inconvenient it is to be a hero, then they don't plan on doing anything remotely good ever again.

Mercifully, the building begins to appear in the distance. As the villain crosses the street, the hero begins to murmur. “Let’s go in through the back,” they say, “Just turn the corner, there’s a door back there-”

“Oh, absolutely not,” the villain interjects immediately. "If we're doing this, then we're doing this." They readjust their grip once more and stroll towards the elaborate front doors of the city's top superhero agency. They can feel the hero stiffen in their arms.

“Please, no,” the hero begs them. The villain doesn’t bother listening, instead continuing to walk purposefully towards the entrance. The security is laughably lax at this hour. It's when they cross the threshold of the entrance that the hero attempts to break free from their grasp. Thankfully, the villain had been expecting them to do just that, and they manage to hold tight.

The villain pointedly clears their throat, satisfied with the way the occupants of the foyer immediately swivel around and stare with gazes of recognition. “I think I have something of yours,” they announce, looking down at the hero in their arms. At this point, the hero is positively wriggling in their arms—desperate for escape. The villain finally decides to take pity on them and they release their grip, leaving the hero to fall to the ground.

“Ouch.” The hero mutters once they hit the ground. The villain rolls their eyes, knowing that the hero managed to break their fall with a tactical roll and land without injury. They push themselves to stand on one foot and someone nearby rushes to their side, providing them adequate support to remain balanced on one side.

Everyone's eyes are on them, as if they're waiting for the villain to do something. "You may carry on," the villain orders, when a few seconds pass and the onlookers continue to stare expectantly. Their voice seems to break through the confusion and anticipation, and the people scattered around the space return to whatever they were doing. "I've done my civic duty for the year." They mutter to themself, turning on their heel and heading for the door.

"Hey." The hero's voice makes them freeze in place. The villain inhales slowly, summoning more patience. They turn around and manifest a calm expression.

"What?" They ask, struggling to keep the frustration from their voice.

"Thanks." The hero smiles.

"Just- don't let it happen again," the villain answers, looking away from the hero's far-too-bright smile. They turn on their heel and walk away, pushing away any and all feelings born from their enemy's gratitude.

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endnotes below!

the villain, holding the hero by the scruff of their neck: look what i foundddd!

the villain: this heroism stuff sucks. the hero: *expresses their gratitude and smiles* the villain, visibly flustered: now hold on a second...

this dynamic really amuses me. I can't get rid of the mental image of the villain holding the hero by the scruff of the neck like a kitten, and the hero just kind of hanging there in defeat. good stuff.

the villain lies awake that night, unable to stop thinking about the hero. :3

and thanks to the anon who sent this request! I posted a cry for help yesterday very briefly and then got embarrassed and deleted it, but! the original point still stands: my ask box is open! send me stuff and i *may* write it!

if ur reading this, ily <3 hehe

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[voidedmuffin]

You can make your Likes and Following private, btw

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You can make multiple sideblogs under the same account. People use these to organize their thoughts and interests among other things. It's not a requirement. You can have Everything on your main blog

Always reblog the stuff you like. Especially art and writing. That's the only way that stuff gets circulated

Don't clog tags with irrelevant things (i.e. don't tag #horse, #dog, #cat when the post Only has cats in it)

DO NOT CENSOR TAGS use the full word(i.e. always #spiders not #sp!ders or what have you)

You can filter tags in your settings! So that you will not see whatever you list. (i.e. filter #spiders and all posts tagged with #spiders will be censored(you can click to view, but it won't be immediately visible)

Writers: If you're posting your work, put a summary/intro at the top, then add a Read More button, then the rest of your writing. This prevents a Looooong scrolling post! :]

On desktop you can fully customize your blog page via html coding! There's layouts around that you can use, or you can make your own! They're super cool

Also! You're not required to tag your posts. It's just for the sake of your organization. Most people talk in the tags/add commentary to the post via the tags(it's like whispering your thoughts to your neighbor while passing them a note or book without actually Wrting on it)

You can pin one post to the top of your blog by clicking the meatball menu at the top of the post you wanna pin

[obsessed-sketches]

*singing quietly* My love are you the devil?

(This was inspired by the song the fruits by Paris Paloma, please listen to it it’s so good. Also while you’re at it, listen to Which Witch by Florence + The Machine too.)

[tunnaa-unnaa]

Ei kyllä = Ei

Juu ei = Ei

Ei ei = Ei

Juu juu = Vastahakoisesti kyllä

Mut ei me olla mitenkään vastahakoinen kansa tai mitään.

[doctorharrisbonkersphd]

The way Nimona goes to Bal because hes "a bad guy" i.e another queer person, and the way he does but doesnt accept her in the beginning, even going so far as to say "im more accepting than most" but still rejects her when she becomes too much for him. It really highlights how trans people have to fight to be accepted in our own community, has cis queer people still look down on us. They will preach being accepting because theyre queer, until we dont fit into the narrow concept of what being trans is.

[hyperbali]

David Gaider continues to be a stupid asshole who's thankfully not in charge of the Dragon Age IP anymore, water is wet

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Is there a reason both cole's villains are green or