#Yaaay!! So happy

[card-queen]

Odd OC asks for you!

For Cas - Apple/Any traits he shares with family members? Beer/What are some comforting things he does after a rough day? Cookie/What's something sentimental to him?

For Conoric - Cocktail/Any funny stories about him? Grapes/What kind of friend is he?

For Fryszka - Watermelon/Any jewelry she always wears/refuses to part with? Corn/How does she feel about acts of affection, and what is her favorite?

Cas

🍎Any traits he shares with family members?

Stubbornness must be a hereditary trait, both he and his father have that in spades. It was also a very key trait of Cas' older brother, Tristan.

🍺What are some comforting things he does after a rough day?

On quiet days, he'll sit by himself, preferably somewhere high up, and whittle some figurines. On brighter days, he'll join in with the band at his family's inn. Ethelia is a land were music is plentiful and folk song grace every inn. He and Conoric are both capable musicians and (when they eventually leave Ethelia) this activity will remind them of home.

🍪What's something sentimental to him?

This little badge of the Ethelian flag he wears around his belt. It's something he made that he wanted to give to his brother, Tristan, before Tristan left home to become a Crusader. His dream is to find his brother, give him the badge and show Tristan how he's grown as a person.

Conoric

🍸 Any funny stories about him?

Kiiiind of! The story starts on the 28th day of the month of Elyra, which juuuust so happens to be Conoric's 17th birthday! And he's one of those 'no, don't worry about my birthday, I forget what day it is' types that is secretly say 'PLEASE SOMEONE REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY AND MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL'. No one remembers the whole day but in everyone's' defence... it was a really busy day.

🍇 What kind of friend is he?

A difficult one. He's very inexpressive but deeply, deeply passionate, especially when it comes to helping others. His intentions, while reflected by his actions, are not so by his words, which are too cautious, overly terse and become defensive too quickly.

Fryszka

🍉 Any jewelry she always wears/refuses to part with?

She's very flighty, so I see her as getting really attached to something for a few weeks and then dropping it for a new thing she can't live without. She very keen on all jewellery, except rings because those would draw attention to her permanently-gloved hands.

🌽 How does she feel about acts of affection, and what is her favorite?

She adores them! She's someone who showers everyone around her with affection, whether they want it or not, so receiving something back would just make her day! She's very touch-oriented, always glomming onto the arms of others, leading them this way or that way, so I think she'd love something similar for herself. Even... dare I say it on Tumblr...? H..holding hands...!!!

[dotted-clouds]

Happy 2 Years of Kingdom Hearts 4 trailer was revealed

[wuntrum]

some previews of my new gay comic maintenance! about robots and girls and fingers and hands and wires. available as physical copies through WBMC only for the month of april!!! (and digitally after that)

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Every time I get into a new media I have to draw a shameless rip-off of it, thems the rules 😔🙏

References (this was taken straight from Vinland Saga):

[mirnightghost]

*throws the door open* YAY PRIDE MONTH!!!

Yes, I didn’t have time to draw anything that I wanted, but on the other hand, I still have a whole month... In the meantime, I’ll show you the design of a keychain for myself, which is based on a cool as hell headcanon-

It may not have turned out the way I planned, but I like it so YAY AROACE STEVE!!

Happy Pride Month folks <3

[redwinterroses]

There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.

False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…

She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.

“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day. 

There is no other reaction to her call.

False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.

She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.

The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though. 

Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes. 

The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.

Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.

It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.

She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”

Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.

“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”

Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.

She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.

“Oh, hi there, False!”

False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.

Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.

“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”

“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.

“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem. 

More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall. 

“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.

False takes a step back.

“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”

“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”

There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye. 

“Um…”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.

Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.

“Etho’s not here, is he?”

False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back. 

They taste of sweet rot.

“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.

Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead. 

Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.

“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.” 

False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.

“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”

Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”

False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.

“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”

“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Oops! Behind you, False!” 

Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.

The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes. 

“Oh no.”

The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.

“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.

The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.

“...Dangit.”

[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]

~*~

Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there. 

“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault. 

Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.

It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light. 

And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:

Half a stack of cherry logs.

[sysig]

Light and darkness, but mostly darkness (Patreon)

[ender--gaming]

GAZA IS TRENDING AGAIN YOU GUYS!!! I'M SO HAPPY. Genuinely I'm incredibly happy because It's always good to know that people still care!! Don't stop talking about it!! Free Palestine!!

[synoicus]

I will never let you go.

[femivi]

“i've had the delight to meet the captain's secretary on numerous occasions.. at first glance, you would think that she is someone distant and cold, but when you get to know femi or talk to her for the first time, you immediately realise you really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. despite her lack of enthusiasm, she is quite empathetic and polite. the more you delve into her world, the more layers of warmth and kindness you uncover, reaffirming the old saying that appearances can indeed be very much deceiving.” — childe

◆ name: femi

◆ title: lone flower, hemmed in with snows

◆ a gentle yet brave secretary guarding secrets of the first harbinger

◆ vision: dendro

◆ constellation: galanthus nivalis

[malbenita]

[shadowyrainbow-naomi]

MY SKY KIIIIID

I had so much fun with this, some of my markers are shiny! So I used a black light and made it EVEN MORE AWESOMEEE!!

Day 5 of sketchbook art!

[ryuseitai]

All of them......!!!

[winstrates]

lolita contestshipping art based on coords from @pokemonlolitaproject !

[nnugatoryextravagance]

WAIT HOLY SHIT LINKS TO MY MAIN BLOG ARE GREEN IN SHINIGAMI EYES NOW????

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY YES IM TRANS FRIENSDLY I AM TRANS PEOPLE AND I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE GOD BLESS ALL O F YOU HAPPY PRIDE

[gurney-flap]

In commemoration of my birthday today!!! I got something cool to show off heheeh!!!

Also it's funny that I later discovered that someone made August 1st Yaoi day and omg....that is something-! Erm...totally didn't do anything gay though-!!!

Anyways Yipppe! I had a nice birthday it was nice getting to spend with the others <333