#Middle Intro

[borealis-siblings]

After some time, you finally have made your second choice... You've chosen to go through the first portal you encountered... The portal which you faintly remember, heard a sort of melody from...

Once again you leap through.. And you are instantly engulfed in a bright white light... When you awaken, you immediately become frozen in place by the cold... The winds weren't raging to a point of instant death, but the winds were whirling strong enough to the point where you could barley move... You soon feel yourself slipping away.. But right before things look bad, the ranging winds had stopped, and it no longer felt freezing to the bone...

You look up from your kneeling position, and see a stunning Alolan Ninetails just sitting inches away from you.. You try to speak- But the Ninetails interrupts you...

"Do you think Im stupid? I know your there..."

The Ninetails looks back at you with their glowing teal eyes... A gust of wind swirls around the Ninetails.. And soon, when the winds stop.. You realize that the Ninetails is no longer a Ninetails.. But rather now, a glittery, orange Espeon.. With three merciless eyes that now stare you down...

"I know you absolutely aren't just here to admire my looks.. So what is it that you wish to ask me?"

[nmoroder]

Probably first time posting askblog stuff before it's undergone the inclusion poll, or whatever this should be called. But yeah, ephemeralart because I'm overemotional. Second one is the pilot post because polls require us to make an intro pic and to answer some pilot question, but i feel like it looks a lot better without text so there it is

[generic-enthusiast]

yeah, sure, steve, keep on looking at your buddy with that super heterosexual look on your face

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

one wish that leads to another wish that leads to another wish that leads to another w

[panerasbox]

#meeting lisa ann walter yesterday:

I walked in feeling like I was about to completely embarrass myself and, honestly, I kind of did. My mind went blank, my anxiety was loud, and I was frozen. It got so bad my husband had to gently nudge me forward when it was finally my turn.

My mom was there with me, and before I could even say much, she told Lisa that I’d been a fan since I was six and that I struggle with social anxiety and anxiety in general. Without missing a beat, Lisa looked right at me and said, “That’s okay, so do I. Here, give me a hug.”

That moment, her genuine warmth, her openness, changed everything. She started sharing her own experiences with anxiety, how she copes, breathing exercises she uses, and how anxiety has shown up in her life. It was like she wasn’t just a celebrity in front of me, but someone who truly understood.

then she signed my ticket with this:

I don’t really have the perfect words to describe it without feeling like I’m rambling, but she was so present, so welcoming. She made that moment feel personal, safe, and real. And of course, her show? Absolutely hilarious, just like her!

I hate pictures of myself, but for the sake of the plot, here you go. Please disregard the existential crisis happening on my face in the first one. + more

[meowierz]

WE FEAST ON MORE BLOOD AND FUTURE COME!!!

He may be dead but he's currently possessing the admin to make this account!! That's right, this is a Bloodmoon roleplay account!! This is for shits and giggles, nothing too serious or I will crash out!

This is The Sun and Moon Show! Not the Daycare Attendant Fandom! Even though it's mainly US getting confused (srry abt that 💀), I still don't want confusion on the other side!

Say what you want but just know, I'm NOT Bloodmoon. I'm not even Davis or Reed.

I'm still rusty on my role-playing skills! So, FAZ-bare with me (im so funny teehee).

So I don't get confused with other Bloodmoons on here, call me the fun one because I'm better than ALL OF YOU (especially escapetheslaughte)

Here is the BloodPack!! Aka other Bloodmoons!!

@escapetheslaughters

@deadlycreechur

@bloodmoon-da-idiot

@chaotic-bloodmoon (I dunno if this one is apart this. I forgot UHM!!)

@blood-boi (I dunno if this one is apart this. I forgot UHM!!)

Have mercy on us all. There's six of them.

[jula483]

still in shock after being 4 rows away from David Tennant for 2 hours on Monday, January 15th 💖

[olderbrotherblake]

Welcome kiddo, watch your step over the empty bottles, ashes, and laundry...

I'm Blake, in my late 20s. I'm disabled and mentally unwell, I regress anywhere from 2-18. This blog is focusing on the 13-18 (follow @blakeyblanket for younger agere content, I follow from here as well)

Warning for some swearing, and themes for audiences over 13 (but not over 18)

I'm a wannabe older brother, single child (now, it's a story), emo and scene loser, gamer, mediocre cook, and a caregiver.

#blake talks : my posts

#big bro blake : older brother caregiver/agedre posts

#blake barks : petre/otherkin posts

This blog, as well as dms, is strictly sfw, so don't expect anything weird on here. I have a drawer with a lock so kiddos don't see the big kid stuff okay? (AKA SFW interactions only please)

More About Me Below

Generic: colour - green, holiday - halloween, game genre - indie horror & casual simulation, aesthetic - older brother & small town

Likes: bugs, spicy food, video games, horror (especially indie), plant and animal biology, organizing and collecting aesthetics, older brother core, dad core, grunge and emo stuff, stuffed animals

Dislikes: rude people, loud/ busy places, math, underseasoned food, bright overhead lights, summer (too hot), people hurting/destroying stuffed animals and toys on purpose (to hurt someone's feelings, hitting your stuffie when your sad and overstimulated is okay kiddo)

Games: super mario sunshine, animal crossing, mario kart, mario party, super mario galaxy, tomodatchi life, sims, stardew valley, wilmot's warehouse, pikmin, minecraft, binding of isaac, world of horror, slime rancher, OFF, ib, pokemon pearl, halo series, franbow, secret little haven

Watchables: markiplier, vinny vinesauce, dan and phil, game grumps, wambu, chef michael at home, studio ghibli films, mortal kombat fatalities

Music: MCR, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, Hobo Johnson, Takayan, AJR, Cavetown, Nickelback, Crush 40, Radiohead, Gorillaz, Linkin Park, Ricky Montgomery, No Love In The House Of Gold, Infinity Frequencies, The Front Bottoms

[vesper-of-the-coven]

Intro

Don’t you want to leave this reality?

Hi! I’m Vesper! I’m the host of a system ( @thecovenofcrows ). And this is my personal blog! Currently I’m really into reality shifting so a lot of what I post and reblog will have to do with that! I’m dating my sysmate Buri and have some S/Os in my DRs- who I don’t mind sharing!

I am a MINOR- so please keep all interactions with me SFW or I will block & report you!

Here is my Kinlist!

Here are all my pronouns! (You can just call me by they/them as a default)

Here are my DR intros (including the ones I’m still making)!

Here is everything else of mine that’s shifting related!

Here is my DNI!

Here you can script yourself into my DRs!

Below the cut is my userbox hoard- some may contain very light gore so if that triggers you then please don’t continue!

(Userboxes numbers 9, 10, 11, and twelve were made by my system and are available for anyone's use!)

[elireadswaytoomuch]

Hi! Consider this my official intro post :) I have no idea how to do this so here’s an info dump.

Huge fantasy reader (Cosmere, RiordanVerse, Middle Earth, All The Young Dudes and others. Not even gonna claim Harry Potter, we all know why). If I’m not reading fantasy, I’m reading thrillers/mystery/horror.

I will mostly post about the books mentioned above, but we’ll see…

Kelsier is my all time favourite character.

If you don’t ship Wolfstar, what’s wrong with you?

I have a Percy Jackson and a Lord of The Rings tattoo. Will get a Cosmere tattoo in the near future (let me at least finish Stormlight). If you have any ideas, please share!

This might be controversial, but I consider Sanderson to be the Tolkien of modern fantasy. They are both absolutely genius.

I like BIG books, if you couldn’t tell.

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Looking to make some bookish friends. If you want to discuss with me, feel free to ask/comment/message :)

Well, it was lovely to meet you. See you soon!

[pavlien]

gifs i made while watching dr who a few days ago. i dunno take them i guess

[drystem]

the baby!!

(fictive, not fanart. he/they)

[teddybearprincie]

🍭・₊✧ ... welcome to the teddies playground

🧸I am 17 years old and feel as if I'm mentally 12 24/7, it's been this way since i was 12 lol so I'm always like this! This blog is for me to be childish and silly !!!!

🧸Imma a boy, and I'm gay! 5'1. I have afrid so food is a struggle to remember to eat or to eat due to sensory reasons but I'm getting better!

🧸This would be my first little blog, and I don't know much about little space, but I see it's definitely a place where i can be childish and see such content. I'm willing to learn more, I'm new to this, sorry!

🧸I am mentally disabled and physically disabled / chronically ill !

🧸I don't have friends irl and I'm totally willing to make to make some!!! Yayy!!!

🧸sorry if this intro sucks. I'm not sure what else to add eeeeee :<

please don't interact with me if you're a bigot or intend to harass me in some way. Other than that, by all means, welcome !

[casket-of-imps]

no. okay. listen to me. she's my kind of boy right? and i'm her kind of girl? because i like boys but i like my boys in lipstick and skirts and she likes girls but she likes her girls with broad shoulders and raspy voices but also. she's my Kinda Boy. and i'm her Kinda Girl. she's sort of a boy, in a way that isn't all the way, and i'm sort of a girl, in a way that isn't fully that way. and maybe i like them like that, and maybe she likes them like that, and whatever we are, the one thing that's clear is that i'm hers and she's mine.

[objecthugger]

This is my objectum and yume centered blog !! I love the little cards

Actually dedicated to my objectum platonic (or queerplatonic / alterous, who car) yumeship with Jimbo from Balatro... my buddae

💛 || main (with all my art!) ; @yellowssillysymphs

💛 || selfship posting tags ; #💛🃏 balabuds

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hi :)< I’m Yellow and I'm hyperfixated on Balatro and Jimbo is my best budday... I am loveless aplatonic aromantic ^.^ !! I am objectum and posic as well haha

I also want this account to give some love to other Balatro cards OR object loves in general! Feel free to tell me your favs or ur thoughts on them and I’ll share it :]] 

I may post about other f/os in the future, but want to stick this account to the object adjacent ones specifically !! for my objectlovers

I'm happy w/ sharing!! But please don't use my designs for him for your selfship stuff cause they're things that I spent time making :> You're free to tag me in fanart of any of my designs though!

F/O list - all sharing ——-

mains (extremely important to me);

- Jimbo (Balatro) - alterous

- Tenna (deltarune) - alterous

- Susie (deltarune) - platonic

- Wheatley (portal 2) - familial

sides;

- Miku (STATIC flavor foley) - alterous

- Pluey, Jongler, Battat (Deltarune) - platonic

DNI: proship, anti objectum or posic, z00s, people who don't like selfshipping, people who actively make fun of "cringe' interests and neurodivergence

Yellow (persona) ref:

Jimbo gijinka ref:

hes realy shortt actually I usually use this or draw him as the little card (but physical) or as the little card in the computer (true balatro).. I don't use Ben Starr Jimbo because hes not an object and i like objects. So I have to retcon that

thank u for reading :]

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 35 - Reappraise

Story to date in order (Tumblr / AO3)

Previous chapter

ART!VIRGIL KLAXON

Perhaps if you hadn’t read them before these two chapters (here and here) may make more sense of what Virgil has been drawing.

And if you missed the wee!Earth&Sky flying machine adventure, that is contained in this one and this one.

But now, onwards! Virgy-boy still has some demons to exorcise and needs Scooter to help him. Points to whoever spots the cameo from an old friend 😈

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The view from Virgil’s balcony was very similar, but subtly different. They weren’t adjacent - both John’s often-empty and Dad’s always-empty room lay between - and the shift of a few metres to the left meant the light reflected off different facets of the damp rocks of Mateo and the shadows changed shape. The sea met the shore at a marginally different angle, the light refracting through the shallows and hitting the greener end of blue. Two of the trees visible from Scott’s were hidden by the curve of Roundhouse Peak.

Scott hadn’t noticed any of this before Virgil pointed it out. What he did know was that on his own the breeze was stronger and there was fractionally more sky. On a hot day he’d always advocate for the cooler, more exposed position. Where he could see as far as possible. Where he could breathe.

But on a cooler evening, there was something comforting about how the sun’s residual heat radiated from the stone and bathed Virgil’s preferred haven in a warm glow.

Virgil had added to the warmth that evening by opening a bottle of Scott’s favourite scotch which he’d clearly stashed away at some point. Had it been one of the others who produced such a thing, Scott would be waiting for ‘The Favour’ or ‘The Difficult Question’. In Gordon’s case, quite frequently ‘The Confession’.

Virgil, however, often just did it to be nice. And Virgil knew that, unlike Dad and himself, Scott preferred his liquor without rocks. He took another sip and rested his head back with a contented sigh, allowing the liquid to rest on his tongue.

“Scott?”

“Mmmmhmm?” The heat spread through his sinuses as he breathed over it.

“Can I ask you a favour?”

Oh!

The whiskey hit the back of Scott’s throat and his eyeballs burned. Virgil seemed hesitant which mean this was going to be important! He coughed and croaked out a hurried confirmation:

“Always.”

Virgil, staring out to sea, appeared not to notice his brother’s nasal passages vaporising which, again, indicated something was Up. Scott scrubbed at his eyes with a sleeve and with an iron will, forced himself to get a grip of his respiratory system. He was about to say something else encouraging when Virgil suddenly spun to face him and in a voice of utmost seriousness stated:

“It’s a weird one.”

Scott raised an amused eyebrow.

“I can do weird.”

“Would you wear it again?”

The other eyebrow joined it with vigour.

“Wear what? If you’re asking about Halloween and that cursed Superman costume, Alan beat you to it and it’s a hard no. I might be persuaded to consider Batman but only if you’re Robin.”

Virgil snorted and swirled the ice in his glass. The not ungenerous measure he’d poured himself having already disappeared.

“As you very well know I don’t do tights. Not after the Christmas debacle.”

“I think you made a lovely elf.”

“You’re deranged.”

“Yeah but you love me.”

Virgil threw an ice cube at his head before conceding: “I do. Yes.”

He then frowned.

“Scooter, are you CRYING?”

“Nope. No no I’m just… enjoying this with ALL my senses.” He raised the glass and winked.

Virgil narrowed his eyes as if invisibly scanning his brother, then with a quirk of an eyebrow seemed to conclude there was no sudden emotional devastation and released him from scrutiny. He looked back out towards Mateo and tracked the petrels swooping to and from their rocky nests.

Scott followed his line of sight and started a little. There was a small cave at the base of Mateo which was invisible from Scott’s balcony. How had he never seen that before? He was about to point it out when he realised he’d distracted Virgil from his question.

“If you didn’t mean Halloween… what are you asking?”

“Your uniform. The, uh, air force one.”

“Hell no. I’m planning to burn it. That’s not part of my life anymore.”

“That doesn’t sound very environmentally friendly…”

“Alright bury it then. Shred it and bury it. No… shred it, dissolve it in acid then bury it.”

Virgil blinked. “Have you been watching murder mystery reruns again?”

“They’re relaxing.”

“Riiiiiiight.” Despite the feigned disbelief, Scott knew that Virgil had been the one to add three hundred and thirty-six hours worth of ‘A Century of Detective Classics’ to the family server and he knew Virgil knew that he knew that he’d done it as a cunning way to tempt Scott into some downtime. Devious little brothers… who… needed reassuring, immediately.

“It hurt you so it’s got to die. Don’t worry. I don’t even want to touch it again. If Grandma hadn’t spirited it away somewhere to clean it would be gone already.”

“Oh.” Perhaps imbibing scotch straight into his brain had slowed him down, but Virgil didn’t seem as reassured as Scott had intended.

“Don’t you need it for Ash’s dinner? You should go to that, it’s important.”

“I’ll work something out.”

“Oh, ok.” Virgil went quiet again and Scott realised he’d given the wrong answer somehow but wasn’t quite sure how to change it.

“What’s on your mind, Virgil?”

He sighed and cracked his knuckles one by one, making Scott cringe.

“Would you… um, would you wear it once more if… I… for me to… uh…”

“For you?! But… I don’t understand! It made you so unwell? I thought you hated it?”

“I did. I do. But… I don’t want to carry that fear anymore, I can’t be scared of CLOTHES. It’s… I just can’t. It’s ridiculous. And, well… and I was thinking perhaps if I was prepared… if it wasn’t a surprise… it might… I might not react quite so badly? My last memory of it wouldn’t be… uh… so heavy? And maybe I could finish my book.”

“Your book?” Now Scott was really bewildered.

Virgil put down his glass and disappeared into his suite, returning swiftly with one of the large black ring-bound pads of thick art paper the like of which Scott had seen many times. This one was more battered than most and his little brother clutched it to his chest for a moment then cleared his throat awkwardly as he sat down.

“I found it when I was hunting for a sketch I wanted to work up for the exhibition next month. Some of them aren’t… very nice. I was going to just throw it away but Gordon thinks I should complete it… finish the story.”

“Gordon’s seen it?” Scott wasn’t actually jealous, he was relieved to discover - the little snakelike green monster’s appearance seemed to have been limited to the ‘other’ version of himself. But he found himself kind of intrigued that their fish brother was apparently giving art advice these days.

Virgil rolled his eyes and growled quietly. “You know what he’s like… I foolishly tried to hide it when he burst into the room and of course he noticed and he wouldn’t let up until I showed him.”

“May I see?”

Virgil chewed his lip and nodded. Scott shuffled his lounger closer such that they were shoulder to shoulder and felt his jaw drop as Virgil opened to the first page and he saw a vivid recreation in pastel of his toddler self proudly holding a tiny baby Virgil, Mom and Dad hovering in the background. The baby’s fingers were wrapped tightly around his thumb and Virgil had sketched several enlarged views of their chubby hands in pencil along the bottom.

He turned the pages slowly and Scott saw several scenes he definitely recognised from childhood photographs and some he thought must have come from Virgil’s memory. They paddled in a watercolour sea together, rode their bikes in oils, Scott dangled upside down from a charcoal tree with chalky Virgil underneath, arms stretched upwards. There was a cartoon school bus with a dimpled stickman waving from the window.

He smiled as he recognised the two of them with the flying machine on the roof, although he remembered it as much sturdier than the painting suggested. The faded but detailed cross-section taped in to the next double page disabused him of that impression. This one was covered in his own scrawly handwriting. Scott chuckled and raised a hand to the scar on his jaw.

“Oh DEAR, I’d thought it was a much better design than that!”

“Hmmmm.” Virgil rumbled “The basic concept was sound but the materials and our duct tape-biased construction methods left something to be desired and yeah… your “math” was a touch… shaky…”

Virgil smiled and turned over to another cross-section, only this time of a much more elegant design which was surrounded by small sketches of joints and diagrams showing balanced forces, each with the appropriate calculations painstakingly recorded in Virgil’s neat handwriting.

Scott gasped as he realised that this… this could work. Who was he kidding - it was Virgil’s design - of course it would work.

“You fixed it!”

“I did. I felt… bad that we never tried again and you didn’t get your moment.”

“My moment?! Virgil! I nearly killed us both!”

“You were only eleven.”

“Even so…” Scott tried very hard not to think of all the occasions since then when he hadn’t had ‘being only eleven’ as an excuse but the more he tried the more of them bubbled up in his memory like some kind of noxious gas polluting his only fresh water source. No. They were past this now… it was better. Things were changing. He was changing.

“I guess I had this idea that I could build it and if… if you ever came back…” he shook his head “it was just a silly…”

“No.” Scott interrupted, grabbing his arm and pressing his forehead into the side of Virgil’s head. “Not silly. Thoughtful. Ingenious. Seeing the potential in an idea and making it work? Very… YOU.”

Virgil gave a small smile and turned back to the book. Scott felt himself blush at page after page of sketches, all of himself - as a wide eyed child, a cocky teenager winking, a laughing adult flipping pancakes… even a few where he had apparently sprouted falcon wings, one where Virgil had them too.

Scott couldn’t imagine how many hours these must have taken to create

“When did you do all this?”

As soon as the words had left his mouth he knew it was a stupid question. Virgil shrugged and turned the page.

“When you were gone.”

Scott put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and squeezed as he turned again, seemingly keen not to linger on any one image.

A blazing sun burned out of the page, the wall of colour marred only by a silhouette of the falcon-winged man, clearly falling, curled in on himself as the wings trailed limply behind, the dark shapes of lost feathers becoming larger and more detailed towards the top. No prizes for spotting the reference there. The real sun, heading swiftly towards the horizon seemed to lose most of its heat and a modern day Icarus-but-for-Many-Miraculous-Escapes wondered yet again how he could have been so blind.

If that one gave him a chill, the next made him shiver, the warmth from the whiskey had now entirely dissipated - a faint pencil outline Scott holding a heavily shadowed Virgil in his arms. Then… there was that same Air Force Grad photo, reproduced in a dozen different styles. The last one almost photo-realistic but crossed through in heavy red pen.

Virgil tried to skip several pages but Scott gently took his hand and turned back. He recognised the image of the crashing jet, over and over… pencil drawn, painted, scratched with a blade into a thick black layer of wax crayon. There followed a page solely of fire. Skeletal outlines of fighter jets. Storms. Crowds of agonised faces. An incredibly detailed map of Bereznik decorated with vicious-looking black insects.

The last few pages shocked Scott the most - all the pictures were drawn on scraps of paper, and then glued in. The largest was a drawing in black ballpoint pen of an almost unrecognisable bearded stranger in a hospital bed, covered in bandages and tubes. There were smaller pencil studies of bruised hands, a foot, an ear, eyebrows over sunken eye sockets, a nearly skeletal chin with a scar… his scar. Scott swallowed hard - he’d looked that bad?

One smaller image stood out as it had clearly been screwed into a ball before being flattened out to stick on to the page. Scott’s younger self winked and laughed up at him from behind the creases, one arm wrapped around a huge box of popcorn, the other hand reaching out of the page towards him. Virgil had clearly got hold of a blue ballpoint pen for this one and had skilfully used it to produce a rainbow’s worth of blue shades. The picture somehow gleamed at him and Scott felt the green serpent stir in his gut. He bit the side of his tongue and motioned for Virgil to turn over to the next.

The very last page contained only the sky in vivid shades of blue with light wisps of cloud: Virgil’s starting place.

Scott swallowed hard as he realised Gordon hadn’t been giving art advice at all.

“I put it away when dad brought you home.”

“It’s… Wow…”

“It was an outlet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Scotty.”

“Not all of it. Some things though.”

He pulled his brother close again and planted a kiss in his hair.

“So how do you want to finish it?”

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