#Reloop

[nartothelar]

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how many different gruesome ways has Emmet seen his brother die..? how many times it was in his arms? how many times it wasn't in his arms?

Emmet is filled with so much trauma, he needs so much therapy and probably even more reassurance his brother is fine.

Would he tell him? It seems he did tell Ingo in attempt no. 249. I'm sure no matter how weird and out there it sounds Ingo would believe him and could reassure and comfort him even better.

Also what would be so insanely cruel is that some time after he succeeds Ingo gets eebied.

emmet has seen ingo die many, many, many times. It’s never pretty, never easier to see. It’s always inevitable

it hurts to see ingo die in his arms but hurts worse when he dies out of his sight.

and emmet has told him before. not many times. most of the time it’s at the start of the day, sometimes it’s when there was nothing emmet could do.

and every time, without fail, ingo believed him

[cconfusedkat]

Er sorry if this is rlly silly of me but ,, i havent figured out how i wanted to properly end this for a month ,, i sorta came up with an easier idea but i wanted to ask;;

(,,, TO CLARIFY I SAID TO MYSELF I DIDNT WANNA. SHOW THIS UNTIL IT WAS COMPLETELY FINISHED . BUT . Struggling for a whole month now and its just 20 seconds left Augh,)

This is art thats beginning to get a little old... should i remake the entire video of segments and prolly everything else since my motivation is slowly being beaten by the old art ? ;;;v;;; thats my main cause of demotivation for this ,, literally 20 seconds left and all i can think about is how annoyed i am at the old art ,, but i dont know if thats a waste of time and if i should suck it up :'-D???

But my other issue is that i dont really mind it either???cuz i wanted to make it clear how nari had a diff form as a follower ?? But other than that ive been struggling just cuz im afraid all this effort i put in it genuinely looks So Bad and just nervous if its literal dogshit and it i should just. I dont know rlly ,, not delete it but maybe just a bit upset at myself

[shiny-airplane]

I made a drawing for Day 2 of TCW Week, for the theme "Flower"!(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

[solar-cycle]

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when i have the same dream more than once there's often a moment where i realise "wait, i've been here before" and change my actions from the previous instance accordingly as if i'm trying to beat my best run in a video game level or something. no idea if this is a common experience or just another point in the mountain of evidence that there's something wrong with me on a fundamental level.

[creachercrunch]

there is no force on this earth that could stop me from looping this song rn i am indestructible

[godzexperiment]

me @ the amount of songs that just keeps growing in volume for fitting nix vibes: it's an vibe

[carsonian]

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

How would Soundwave react to reading the humans thoughts and the human thinking the most raunchy, censor bar thoughts about him during somewhere like. A meeting or something. Human not even paying attention to what's being said just imagining being bent over the desk by Soundwave and stuffed with transfluid

Finally! An excuse to write the ADHD reader and Soundwave mind reading fic I’ve been pondering with added spice!!!

Soundwave x reader, reader has a vagina, mind reading, mixed together scenarios, reader fantasizes about Soundwave in front of him, Soundwave gets hard in a meeting

Noisy.

You were so noisy.

It’s not that you were exceptionally loud but rather your head was always buzzing. Reloopings of annoying earth songs coupled together with clips and quips of whatever is funny on the internet all play through your head at all times. It’s overwhelming when Soundwave decides to take the occasional peek into your head having to peel back layers of pulp and static to find what you’re thinking.

Memetic audios and visuals coupled with random memories and finally hashed with your random incoherent thoughts were all Soundwave heard when he peeked into your head.

Cute little thing you were sitting on the edge of the table next to him kicking your legs. His cassettes were probably twice your size and they were considered the smallest a Cybertronian could get. You seemed to be lost in your own little world as the meeting droned on and on. Soundwave gave a small stroke to the top of your head making you jump a little before relaxing at his petting.

God when is this meeting over

Soundwave hummed softly hearing your brain become quieter and your inner monologue more comprehensible. He gave your head another stroke before turning to return his attention to Megatron but his processor was suddenly barraged with images.

Soundwave with a human-like phallus rubbing the appendage over your wet slit. His servos engulfed your legs as he bumped against your little human node with every push.

He tried not to flip his helm in your direction absolutely baffled by what went through your mind. The last thing he wanted was the cause a scene in front of Lord Megatron. Still, he kept a link to your mind curious what you would think of next.

Images of Soundwave rubbing the phallus you imagined him with over your face as you stuck your tongue out. Next, you would clip to you sucking and kissing along what you imagined Soundwave’s penis to look like. Soft lips gliding up and down the shaft as you let your tongue dip out for little licks.

You simply stared into nothing as these debauched images and scenarios played through your head completely oblivious to the fact that the object of your affections had a front row seat to your debauchery. Soundwave’s optics maintained trained on Megatron while he kept tabs on your thoughts. Deep thrusts practically tearing you apart as you cling to him. “Good little human,” you imagined Soundwave saying as the fictional scenario played through your head.

“Take it all,” your imaginary Soundwave purred as he pulled you down to the base of his spike.

You had no idea how hard it was for him to pay attention to such a droning meeting when you presented him with ideas for much better activities. Soundwave could feel his spike pushing against his modesty plate. His fans whirred to life when he saw you imagining his transfluid leaking out of your spent hole.

It took all of his self control to not let his spike spring loose in the middle of a military meeting. It wasn’t helping how you scooted over and rested your head against his mechanical arm. The organic fibers on top of your head brushing so softly against his sensitive plating. He wanted to grab and pull on them as he took your human valve for his own pleasure.

Deep careful strokes as the wire like tendrils of his spike unfurled to a size you could take inside your body. The tendrils that couldn’t fit inside of your little hole would hold your legs open so you couldn’t fight back against the massive intrusion he shoved into you.

Suddenly he felt embarrassed, shocked even. An overwhelming feeling of his energon tank floating up to his throat and bouncing around. Soundwave looked down at you only to see you staring up at him with wide, unbelieving eyes.

It seems he had accidentally put some of his own images into your mind. Well, if Soundwave had to endure the torture you put him through he might as well get back at you.

“After the meeting,” Soundwave’s voice echoed in your mind. “You are not leaving my berth.”

[rooksstuff]

Chachkies - Emmrich Volkarin

There is low light glowing from her aquarium as she fiddles with her hook, unlooping then relooping the large thread around the hook, tucking and tugging as music flows from the record player in the corner of her room, slow and beautiful- a gift from one Nevarran Noble that had agreed with her actions that got her sent away from the Grand Necropolis. Myrna kept the music player in pristine condition, until Lillian could collect it herself. Normally, Lily refused all gifts of every kind, but she had seen the record player in a shop along the streets, and knew she'd never be able to afford one herself, so she hopped on the gift immediately so she could have some kind of noise for days like this, when nothing was happening, and they had no idea what to do next, and she could just relax.

Relaxing today includes music, her crochet, and some herbal tea with mint and honey to sooth her sore throat. Years of not talking alot is catching up with her, all the time spent with her books and crocheting in the library, rather than socializing at a gallery or dancing at a Gala. She preferred to be alone, at least then the only person who could hurt her, was herself.

Tugging her final loop closed, she hums, pleased, as she tosses the stuffed skull in her arms, giving it a squeeze. Brown eyes streaked with green stare blankly back at her, reminding her so much of her favorite necromancer (next to Vargoth) that she stands, taking her tea to steal a sip before placing the cup on the platter as she picks up the skull once more, walking from the room with a shy smile. If she could sneak into his chambers, not tell him it was her that made it, that would be ideal. She has done it in the past, a griffin for Davrin, a wyvern for Lucanis- they might know, but the have no way of knowing for sure.

The door clicks open to reveal Emmrich standing before his desk, magic dying on his fingertips as he looks up as she tucks the small skull behind her back.

"Rook," He smiles, setting the skull in his hand down. "did you require my assistance for something?" She shakes her head, feeling a blush staining her cheeks. "Do you... have something?" He inquires, tipping back on the desk to try to see around her, and she feels her cheeks burning even more as she slowly brings out the stuffed skull. "Ah! So, you were our mystery gifter!" He pushes off his desk, crossing to her as he slowly reaches for the skull, and she pushes it into his hands. "I suppose this means it's my turn, yes?" He examines the chachkie with a critical eye, ringed fingers trailing over the plush fabric as a smile appears on his face. "You're quite handy with a crochet hook, aren't you?"

"I... it's just something to do." She answers, fingers raking through curls, nervous and desperate to yank the stuffed skull away and run.

"You say that, but this is remarkably well made." He sets the small plushy on his desk beside his ever leaning tower of books, and a different warmth, not embarrassment, fills her chest as she smiles at him. "Thank you."

"You're... welcome." She shuffles towards the door, when he calls out to her.

"Lillian," Her eyes meet his as he smiles warmly. "if you should ever wish to talk, about home, or something else, I should very much like that."

"...yes. okay." She nods. "Thank you." She leaves the office, hurrying back towards her room, warmth growing with her chest as she collapses onto her lounger, fingers picking through colored yarn, already thinking about what to make next.

[zhukzucraft]

What software do you use to make your gifs?

as of right now i (zhuk) still draw and make gifs fully in Fire Alpaca! i'm slowly exploring Krita's capabilites for more complex animations tho.

i draw the initial frame + additional details sometimes on a normal canvas and then copy paste it into an animation one and continue working on it there. Then i usually forget to save the working file for the animation, so all the frames beyond the first one are gone forever if i accidentally close the program too early:') which is why i almost never fix mistakes in gifs

and here's Starr's answer (since i don't know which one of us you were asking):

i now use krita animation mode, sorta, to organize the layers... but i draw them in a normal file first since its finnicky then i screenshot every single frame, then stitch it together w/ timing on ez. gif... and b/c bdubs gets noise consumed i do manual touch ups the reloop it... its a mess, but it works do not reccomend tho

[overhorsed]

Two days ago I had a knock down drag out fight with this horse about jumping over this mat (which is currently a training tool to deal with his aversion to ditches and water trays) which caught me by surprise because he's jumped over it many times before and had even jumped it once already in that session!

Today he went over it in both directions quite happily and then, when I gave him a break and was relooping the lunge rein, he walked himself up to it, sniffed and pawed, then planted both front feet on it and looked at me like a circus pony waiting for applause.

I didn't quite capture the moment he yawned and poked his tongue out. Horses 🤷‍♀️

[inbabylontheywept]

Healing+Lightning=

Wizard Launcher

Avalahn was already halfway through the anti-lightning sigil when he realized that the hedge wizard's spell was continuing. Surprising. Dual element spells were rare enough amongst polished circle elves. For a backwood self-taught like the human in front of him, they were signs of a prodigy.

Still, it was hardly worth worrying about for someone with his centuries of experience. He simply relooped his hand instead of closing his fist, preparing himself to charge his sigil with a second element in turn.

Or, so he thought. His almost bored counterspelling was replaced by consternation.

The first spell he’d identified clearly enough. Aerothurgy of the third ring, a lightning blast designed to cripple warriors by overdrawing their muscles. Atypical for wizard duels, but perhaps the hedge wizard was trying to avoid lethal options. He would be disappointed if he expected the same courtesy from Avalahn himself.

But the second spell, he’d never seen used in a duel before. It was a biomancy spell, but far more intricate than the lightning spell. At least sixth ring. He’d seen something like it used to reattach severed tendons.

Why would he try to heal me, right after harming me?

The hedge wizard maintained focus as he traced the last symbols through the air, completing the cast. Avalahn closed his fist and finished his sigil, protected from the lightning part of the attack. If there was a look of trepidation on the hedge wizard’s face as he finished, Avalahn assumed it was fear from fighting a superior mage.

He assumed wrong.

There was a sound like the rigging of a ship tearing loose, like a mighty cord breaking under unimaginable strain. The hedge wizard howled in pain, but more important than that, he flew. Avalahn had no time to cast a physical barrier. He’d been prepared for lightning and thunder, not for the filthy half-feral man to cross the thirty foot gap between them in half a second. His brain was still trying to process how healing plus lightning resulted in a wizard launcher.

The wizard slammed into him at waist level, a dagger sharp shoulder aimed perfectly at his diaphragm. The sound he made as every fragment of air left his body was similar to the noise a rat would make while getting run over by an oxcart.

The two bounded down the road, a knot of limbs and robes. Avalahn may have been caught unprepared for the dive tackle, but he wasn't completely useless in a scrap. His reflexes were still top notch, and even when he couldn’t tell up from down, he could still cast a ward against blows.

The hedge wizard was definitely slower and smaller than Avalahn himself was, but if nothing else he was in his element. Avalahn managed to throw a few sharp elbows into his ribs, but when the scramble stopped the human was the one on top.

The sigil was not focused enough to full stop the first blow, but it softened it. His head still bounced back against the grass, but it was hardly the crushing blow that the hermit had clearly hoped for. The second blow was also warded, but still went hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from one nostril. He tracked the recoiled fist of the human wizard and was surprised to see a large rock clutched in its palm. He must’ve snatched it off the path some point during the tumble.

Clever little bastard.

He did have an ace of his own, a little trick built into every ward he cast. Wrapped in all of his defensive casts he always threw in an energy trap, a way to turn the enemy's strength against them.

Between the tumbling and the punches, the physical ward was practically shimmering with built up charge.

He released it with a snarl. The hedge had no time to react, one second he was trying to pummel Avalahn to death with a rock, the next he was physically thrown ten feet back. If he’d landed on his back, Avalahn would’ve had enough time to finish him off with an ice spear, but the stupid, grimy, wicked little beast landed on both feet and charged foward like a bull.

Centuries of knowledge, analyzed in fractions of a second. Spells, wards, sigils, none could be cast before the human crossed the gap.

Only one choice.

He swung a haymaker at the humans jaw. His mind worked faster than his arm could alter course and he watched in slow motion horror as the human twisted his head and ducked, taking the blow on the forehead instead of the chin.

Avalahn’s punch had more power than sense behind it, and decades of sedentary life had made him soft. He barely had time to wince at the boxer's fracture he gave himself before he felt the little man’s arms wrap around him, surprisingly from behind. He must’ve managed to slide under his leg.

As he reached down to break the vice grip that the human had, he realized that the humans fingers were twitching the same lightning spell that they had before. He’d been too busy fighting for his life to process what the hell that opening move was, but in that split second, he realized what was about to happen.

The human didn’t use lightning spells to attack directly. He used them on himself, as a way to overload his muscles and gain a temporary and painful burst of superstrength.

The healing was just used to fix whatever horrible damage he did to his own muscles in that moment.

The twitching stopped and he knew that the convocation was complete. He could only sit in silent horror as he felt every muscle in the humans body bunch together in one powerful pulse.

The arms around his waist crushed together like a vice, harm enough to snap at least two of his lower ribs. He felt his feet lift off the ground as the muscles in the humans back pulled taut, saw the ground rush up to meet him as he was flung carelessly over the human’s shoulder.

It wasn’t a clean knockout. It was a filthy, vicious, visceral knockout, and in the human’s eyes, that was far better.

The hedge wizard spent a few seconds on the ground, quietly contemplating his choice to pull every muscle from his hamstrings to his shoulders. He didn’t have enough mana to fix himself right as rain, but he could work up enough to at least get himself onto his feet again. He took a moment to drag the unconscious elf into the shade under a tree before rummaging around the finely tooled leather bag the traveler had brought. There was a bag of candied nuts that he helped himself to, as well as a small bottle of brandy, but the rest he left be. He liked his creature comforts, but he wasn’t a bandit. He’d just wanted to make a point about what happened to people that tried to barge through his woods, only to threaten violence when told to leave. He couldn’t tolerate bullies, but he especially couldn’t tolerate bullies blessed with magic.

Still, he felt a little bad for his petty theft, and slightly impressed with the physicality of the fight. He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before fishing through the pack again, this time pulling out a quill and some parchment. Using one of the hardbacks in the bag as a desk, he wrote a small note to leave on the unconscious elf's lap.

Nyce heighmayker. You can travil thru, provyded you bary your shits. When you retern to your Very Fancy Sercil, try to reed a book on how NOT to get suplecksed. Haha!

Syned,

Tom Bug

Ps. Your desent enuf for a book wizard. I gess you can stop by agen, if you behayv. Bet your frends are pricks tho. Tell them to stay away or I will kill them with a rok.

[potato-jem]

okay i just relooped pony by orville peck, i think i found my artist of 2025

[smash-or-pass-headphones]

[apicelladonna]

Your place seems to be typhoon prone.

We are unfortunately! The Philippines is in the Pacific typhoon belt, meaning we're one of the first areas to be hit by the generated storms coming from the pacific ocean for the rainy season.

(I remember my science teacher use to say that with the way our country is situated geographically, it helps lessen the impact of the typhoon's effect in our neighboring south east asian countries as it passes us by. Though with the recent years of pollution and global warming, it doesn't seem to work anymore...)

We get an annual of more than 10 typhoons per year. From my experience, there are a few of those times that hit the super typhoon category that got our house flooded even in the city area (namely typhoon local name: Ondoy/ international name: Ketsana, Yolanda/Haiyan, and this year are Carina/Gaemi, and just yesterday: Kristine/Trami )

(There is another incoming typhoon named: Leon/ int name: KONG-REY, that will enter PAR this Sunday.

(on the left leaving the Philippine Area of Responsibility is typhoon Kristine/ intl name: Trami, on the right entering PAR is typhoon Leon/ intl name: Kong-Rey)

AND by weather forecasts, it is said that typhoon Kristine/Trami is going to have a u-turn??? wtf 😥 The official weather term is 'relooping' where coming from the south china sea --> it'll literally re enter our area again? so fingers crossed that it doesn't take that path back!)

My family and I are doing okay thankfully but there are more affected regions around Batangas, Quezon and Bicol provinces that are under states of calamity rn. (Photos are from Philippine Star's socmed page)

If you have any spare change that you can donate or time to reblog this post, here is a well known non-government organization that are accepting cash donations and its other partnered orgs as well in helping and assisting with the relief operations for both hoomans and pets affected by the storm. 🙏

[paper-mario-wiki]

I can't find it, as tumblr keeps just relooping the same few posts when i go in the mashup tag, but amst craving the song you made when annoyed at a friend(?) For being into. Garage noise static? A very crinkly staticy song you made which as in classical tumblr fashion, people loved despite your despisal

Are you talkin about my Bonfire/StapleTapeWurms mashup?