#and R.I.P. insects

[pushing500]

It's a nice thought, Mechi. Eventually, though, we do want you two to be matchy-matchy with bionics as well, so hairstyles really are the only thing telling you apart.

Besides, Kwahu's hair is pretty iconic at this point, and I like drawing it.

Oh, uh... Bye, I guess. Thanks for hanging out. Don't come back.

Don't worry, Brandy! You will be avenged!! The perfect opportunity to field-test our bionics.

We're in the middle of fighting evil dog-killing cultists, and bugs decided to try and outmaneuver our killbox (it did not go well for them). Silly bugs.

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[twistedwhitesnow]

[dib-thing-wannabe]

Jax and kinger headcannons!

WOOOOOOOOO-

Kinger:

His favorite insect is actually centipedes, so imagine his surprise when he found out that Ragatha is scared of them.

Sometimes since the floor is checker patterned, he will hop from one square to the next one of the same color.

He loves cats, but is also allergic to them. So, when he found out that he basically can't die (other than being abstracted), he immediately got Caine to give him as many cats as possible. To this day, they are still roaming around the circus.

He loves his wife so so much, he basically go nowhere without her, which is actually why they both ended up at the circus. (R.i.p. Queener)

He has always wanted children yet couldn't have them easily (infertility), so his yearn to take care of something is very strong because of this.

Jax:

He steals blankets from the others rooms all the time. Everyone thinks that it's just to be annoying, and while that is half true, the main reason is actually because he likes the feeling of all the weight on him. Someone give him a weighted blanket for Pete's sake.

He shows his love by lovingly bullying people. You cannot argue with this.

Mommy and daddy issues are strong with this one, which is one of the reasons he doesn't try to escape. He doesn't like seeing them, and considering that he was living with them when he arrived, this was actually favorable for him,

He's the only one that can feel pain. No one has any idea why, not even Caine or Jax himself.

He wears eyeliner all the time, but it's so thin that you can't see it at first.

Both:

Jax is actually very clingy to Kinger, he just doesn't show it around anyone besides Kinger. Kinger doesn't mind one bit, though most of the time Jax accidently scares him at first because he will hug him from the side and Jax is very silent.

If Jax starts getting genuinely upset, even if it's not a big deal, Kinger will defend him and comfort with his life. If they are both alone, he will give him his robe to wrap himself in.

They solve each other issues when it comes to family. Kinger solves Jax's daddy issues, and Jax solves Kinger's childless issues. This all happened by complete accident on both parts.

The few times where Jax gets completely scared and/or concerned, he will immediately look for Kinger (and later on Pomni as well). Once he finds him, whether they are alone or not, he will immediately cling onto him and once the danger is gone, it takes him around 15 more minutes for him to let go. Whenever this happens, Kinger becomes seconds away from abstracting due to sheer rage, going full papa bear mode.

[richardbist]

Nature Moment - Early Fall in My Backyard

The shift from summer to fall is beginning here in North Florida. Not that we get a proper fall here. There's a slight transition from hot to cool, but that's about it until winter kicks in. However, my yard is still seeing some remnants of summer. Late blooms, a few mushrooms, and wildlife looking to bulk up before hiding away from the cold. Around fifteen years ago, I got the idea that I needed to spread some mushroom compost on my lawn. I'm not a fan of chemical fertilizers and I was looking for a eco-friendly alternative. I discovered a place on the other side of town that would fill the back of my old pickup truck (R.I.P., now long gone) with fresh mushroom compost for $20. Not a bad deal.  The compost did the trick and my yard and garden areas have been thriving ever since. However, an unexpected side effect is that I get all sorts of mushrooms popping up here and there. Of course, I'm not a fungus expert, so I'm not willing to take a chance at sampling any of these, but they are beautiful to look at. 

These yellow ones showed up on an old pine tree stump in the backyard. They weren't there one day, then bam, bright yellow the next. My understanding is that they help with the decomposition of the wood. Hopefully, they'll dine well and the stump will be gone by next spring. Earlier this summer, we had a section of our front yard cleared of trees and underbrush. It was a divider between our yard and the neighbors, but we wanted to clear it out to allow for more sunlight. I'm guessing these gray mushrooms - an army of them -

decided to get to work on what was left of one of the tree stumps. The person we hired did a good job of clearing everything out, but there must have been just enough of a stump left for these guys to feast on. Much like the yellow mushrooms, they appeared overnight and seem to be quite happy in their location. Then there's this red thing that looks like it escaped from a Mario World (it's a video game reference). I have no idea what it is,

but I do know that, in nature, red generally means "don't touch". It's an interesting-looking fungus, though. Weirdly, it only lasted a day. When I went to look at it the day after this photo was taken, it looked like it had disintegrated into mush. I guess it has a short life cycle. Or maybe Mario stopped by to get a power-up.  And I was surprised to see some late-season growth from one of my pitcher plants. A handful of new

pitchers sprung up (probably due to all the rain we've had lately). I was on the patio the other day with the dogs and noticed a lizard hiding along the spine of one of the new pitchers. I assume he was hoping to grab an unsuspecting insect before it ventured into the trap. The little guy was doing a good job of camouflaging himself.

I've also had a morning glory vine appear on the south side of my yard. It seems to really like the new privacy fence we had built a few months ago. I've been debating on whether or not to pull the vines or let them grow. On one hand, they may take over the fence and become a nuisance. But on the other hand, they do have beautiful flowers. I think I'll let them go for now and make a decision next spring. Finally, here is a closeup of one of the mushrooms I found growing in a wildflower bed I have in the back. The mushroom itself wasn't very interesting to look at - just a typical fungus - but it warranted an up-close shot. I found the texture of the skin to be interesting and I think I may try to use this as inspiration for a painting. I think it sort of looks like one.

Wherever you are, I hope you get a chance to get outside soon, experience nature, run your hand along the trunk of a tree, smell some wildflowers, and maybe forget the daily stress for a little while. And if you like any of my photos, please let me know in the comments.  RB     Read the full article

[the-stephen-mcclanahan]

Toriyama and The Super Villain share One Beer upon the Lathe of Heaven

"Fuck bitches, get money." – Bulma, probably

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I'm really fucked up about Toriyama-san passing. This is a series of unmeasured mournings I've never had the chance to process. Death is around every corner; beware, here there be Dragon(s) {Ball}.

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Gadzooks, Punk's Dead

Stella was 19 and waifish; picture a whispy, mud-grey shorthair cat on spindly legs with one glassy eye, her haggard mew calling through night and day like an omen. She would leap from high places her joints had no right to hold up against. I loved that beleaguered creature with all my heart. When my ex introduced me to her the first time I visited her apartment, I felt my soul tether to this witchy feline.

In January 2022, while my then-partner was away with her mother on a beach trip, I watched as the reliably lively kitty crone lay lonely through the day, her cold demeanor echoing the silence I knew in my gut meant something was wrong. She wouldn't join me on the bed that night, and when I awoke I found her prone in the dirty litter box tucked away in the closet. Her breathing was shallow and her cries quiet, and through hot flashes of tears, I swaddled her while I made phone calls to the coast and the vet and anyone who would listen. I didn't know when I handed her over to the VCA that I was loving her for the last time, that she had fought to live long enough that I could escort her to the Gates. I told her I loved her, but in my fear, I never thought to thank her.

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Take Me to Your Leader

Why is it always fucking Instagram? New Year's Eve 2020 – months of anguished self-interrogation at the thought of stepping outside the house crudely shoved into its ill-fitting psychic compartment like so much crinkled Christmas wrapping paper – and the cosmic saxophone playing us off the stage dampens to a wet fart when XXL reports on my timeline that DOOM departed Primary Reality on Halloween. The soundtrack of my young adulthood scratched, DJ falling face-first onto the Wheels of Steel, no beat in his heart; we've been ratted out, boys, so cheese it, before the Heat comes on.

Daniel Dumile was a different breed; he didn't want the cult or the recognition. He wanted to make dope shit. Go listen to the Red Bull interview again. The Mask wasn't a gimmick, it was him; he polished the cracks and snags of his optics until there was no tactile humanity to cling on to, a mirror shine of accountability on his metal for every pimple-faced geek like me who looked up to him. It was never about Dumile. He was there in the rhymes, in the beats. We obsessed over alter egos and collaborations and SAMPLES – would I have cared about Sade Adu without the Villain? – and he croaked having only ever wanted to make dope shit.

DOOM comes for us all.

I never got to thank him.

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The Wall Around the Place

In 2018, on an errant trip to my folks', I stumbled across a repost of Ursula K. Le Guin's National Book Awards speech with the caption "R.I.P.". My mother graced me with several rare (for us) minutes of silence when I told her I didn't know how to be. When I left my childhood home a half-an-hour later, the air was astringent and the wet-land pasture outside my window buzzed with insect chatter.

The Earthsea books are everything I aspire to in my creative work. Le Guin covered more of the human soul in sentences a fraction of the length these fucking dorks propped up by the ~ C A N O N ~ could've dreamed to pen. She liberally seasoned her work with radical ideologies and served it all wrapped in fairy-tale fantasy and, whelp, I've pretty much chased that feeling since middle school. I still haven't found it.

She was a long-time resident of Portland and spoke regularly at events in the city. At that point in my life, I'd lived an hour away from her. I never got to thank her.

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Journey to the (Pacific North)West

Silverton High School's library in 2009 was brand new off a bond measure issued 20 years before, and each ripple from those taxpayer dollars over the years brought Dragon Ball Vol. 1 nearer to the front desk display counter where I initially found it. The bright red cover featuring a child Goku recalled hours of my youth yearning for the Z-Fighters in action I was forbidden from by my reactionary parents. I picked up the book with a curiosity steeped in taboo.

God*DAMN, that book annihilated my 14-year-old brain; martial arts battles and panty jokes and nazi-coded bad guys and magic orbs that summoned a dragon to grant your wish and how THA FUK was this in Bum-fuck-Nowhere, Oregon? On a high school library bookshelf?

[ No, seriously, how in THE ACTUAL FUCK was this in my public school library?!?!]

When I exhausted the 3 volumes in the school, I stalked through the town library, scraped together rare side-job dollars for bookstores, and clawed at low-res scans on shady websites. Dragon Ball was the first manga I read cover-to-cover, not to mention my gateway into almost every other thing I would obsess over for the next decade-and-a-half. There is a direct line of influence from my years of martial arts training to finding Dragon Ball to picking up Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers, ruining me forever. Without Goku's adventures, I wouldn't have fallen in love with Hip–Hop; I never would have gotten fit; no Neon Genesis for me, and everything that comes with it. Hell, DOOM's sonic universe of comic-book shenanigans probably owes some debt to Akira Toriyama for my avid fixation. So many lives have touched mine for ripples from the rock dropped by Dragon Ball into the river of my soul.

Toriyama's passing this month is cold and familiar, an estranged uncle you never felt the pressing urge to know until it was too late. I've played in his sandbox countless times, running the gamut of emotion through every fantasy he painstakingly crafted within those pages. Dragon Ball is not just my childhood but the majority of my life, intimate in the way only boon companions can be. I've never known much about Toriyama Akira outside of his oeuvre, and his death is a wound deeper than any blade or bullet can bring because I am not here without Stelly or Metal Face or Le Guin or Toriyama-sensei.

I never got a chance to thank him.

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Boldly Go

I was 8 when we scattered Robert's ashes.

We set out for the Oregon coast, our party of faintly realized familial connections from around the States, and found an unremarkable cove for our bitter deed. I was too young to know what ~absence~ – as in a lifetime – could mean; to me, Uncle Bob was returning Home, the waves a sublime chariot into the Beyond. I had known he was sick, but not quite in the way I knew Stella was sick; visits to his Portland apartment – wall-to-wall, top-to-bottom with the gleam of bagged and boarded single-issue comic books – were filled with tense silence as the subject of his terminal condition was daintily avoided by my mother, beside herself with stoic grief.

Robert was the first person I can remember who loved me unconditionally; who doted on me just for existing; who staged elaborate magic tricks that flourished with X-Men comics and Star Trek episodes to misdirect me from his predictable disappearance. HIV is a bitch of a Final Boss and my uncle became yet another barely-closeted gay man with fringe interests to stain the legacy of his conservative bloodline by succumbing to its cruel assault. I loved him and didn't know how to mourn him because I had never mourned a death before, and my models for that ritual didn't either, fearing him as much as they loved him, too.

The countable hours I shared with my uncle before his passing were the first cracks in the foundation of my stasis, the punctuation hanging at the end of every doubt. Without my Uncle, I never join GSA in high school, and never find all of the Queer people I keep close to my heart; without my mother's love beyond fear for her brother, I never learn to love art as I love life; without Robert, I never find Dragon Ball.

As we sent his ashes drifting into the Pacific Ocean, I whispered to the wind that I loved him.

I never thought to thank him until now.

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I've shed too many tears over this stupid exercise in ~ R E L E A S E ~ to mention the countless others, so let's wrap this up:

Epilogue

My oathsworn brother – the one who's Instagram message broke the news of Toriyama-san's passing – called me an hour or so later after I told him I was crying. I confided in him my great shame of never sharing with Sensei how grateful I was for his effort in the struggle against human loneliness.

"He knows," I heard through the phone, without hesitation. "He's up on some lotus flower contemplating it all. He knows."

The Dead don't need our thanks: their peace is transcendent. We give our thanks to them for ourselves, to assuage the monotonous pain of knowing that many of us perish without Justice and only some pass Beyond having taken on more than their share of the burden to any lasting effect. The Congo is burning, Gaza is rubble, and I can't stop thinking about what went through Toriyama's mind when he drew Vegeta hugging his son for the first time before the redeemed villain’s predictable disappearance.

Don't just tell your people you love them. Thank them.

[ekmerald4]

As much as I understand this train of thought, I cannot fully go with it myself simply because I am not the least bit unsettled by the mental image of using a human corpse in a similar manner. Lol.

Still, at the core of this idea is a level of awareness for the way humanity views nature in general which I often find myself thinking about. It's quite literally ingrained in our nature at this point. The closer an organism is to us (the more humanoid, the more we can see ourselves in them – as long as they're not *too* close [people tend not to like monkeys much] the more empathy we regard them with). The average person will have a semblance of care for a dog or a cat (which are considerably expressive) but very little for a plant, for example. Insects, snails, and the likes fall into that same category.

I wouldn't feel too bad about moving the corpse, however, considering humans are at the end of the day, part of nature. We *are* supposed to leave an impact, a trace, evidence of our existence. Not because we are humans, but because we exist, and all existing beings get to leave something behind. Moving things around is the least harmful way we go around it.

As for doing it for the aesthetic – I think that's definitely the most complicated part. I don't know whether the way I view this is just my way of providing myself with a semblance of comfort, but if sentimentality is to be pushed away (which in and of itself is impossible, but looking at it theoretically) doing something like this might be unsettling, but ultimately harmless. Doing things for fun is how we are wired, and indulging in that pleasure is fine. From a moral standpoint, there is technically no harm in it unless we wish to regard this creature with the ethics and honor we might a human. That's where the problem arises, I assume. Still, you can consider it more like a funeral tradition. Think of it as a deceased's family clothing them elegantly before burrowing them into the earth. Placing the shell on a piece of wood is in a way finding beauty in a sad moment. Something we practice amongst each other with affection. That in itself is a sign of respect.

Yet there is no denying that when people make decisions like this, it's usually on a whim. Why? Because no matter what, most of us cannot fathom viewing something so other as *alive*. We know they're alive, but we struggle to process it. Much like we know that the sun is huge, but we can't truly grasp the size of it. And that in itself is a limit humanity has yet to surpass.

R.I.P

(forgive my yapping. You inspired me XD)

R. I. P.

Okay, so I debated posting this because - and I think it's pretty obvious - that empty shell didn't happen to be on that piece of wood by chance. I found it nearby in the grass and put it there for the sake of a photo. I don't really like moving things around in nature unless I'm looking for life under rocks and logs, in which case I always put it back; or it's something that's not supposed to be there, like garbage.

It kind of got me thinking: Who am I to exploit this creature's remains for the sake of art? Is this just another example of humanity's hubris, thinking it's fine to put the corpse of a "lesser lifeform" on display for the entertainment of others? Would we be okay with a more advanced lifeform doing the same to one of us?

Or, has this singular gastropod been forever immortalized through the act of setting a scene and snapping a picture? Like an obscure artist that only becomes famous after their death, will this snail be remembered by the 3 people that like this post when they're thinking about aesthetic nature photos they've seen?

"That snail corpse photo looked pretty nice; wonder what it's life was like?"

Would a human even consider a snail worthy of such a thought? Are we worth that thought? Did an eventual gust of wind blow this shell back into the grass rendering my concerns ultimately irrelevant? Does it even matter? Does anything matter?

idk this is a nature blog not a philosophy blog lol

[brainlessbuffooneryspam]

Warning : mention of harming insects/animals

Ventish post

If you're one of those people who kill a bug or creature someone got attached to , what is wrong with you. I hate you end of story. I get so attached to like idk cicadas for example and one of my former friends just stomped on it. I cried for a week his name was Stanford he was just a little guy he held my hand and it was cute and they just had to stomp him. I know people who do this don't think of bugs as like living creatures like they would a dog or a cat , but some people do and have some respect for the people who get attached at least. Like kill a bug if you want but if someone just walked up to your cat and just absolutely obliterated it that wouldn't feel great.

[smoothfunfacts]

Smooth Fun Fact #1358: In late July 2021, While enjoying a relaxing evening in his childhood home, Smooth heard something moving inside of the portable air conditioner exhaust hose. (Bonus Fun Fact: Apprehensive that a small creature may be stuck, Smooth summoned his stepfather to assist in the potential rescue mission. Extra Bonus Fun Fact: After he savagely ripped off the vent tube, Stepdad Smooth stomped repeatedly on the previously trapped insect and immediately went back to bed without reattaching the part, which led to additional bugs invading the house’s interior.)

[smallnico]

responding to molly's tag from perdita's post bc i love both poppy and breoch sm...... be on my blog now yes

tagging @quacaserous, @yaksinhats, and @chronurgy! no pressure, of course. :>

esper never have i ever:

Killed Someone Under Orders ✅️

Had Someone Killed On Their Orders ✅️

Killed Someone In Self Defence ✅️

Spared Someone’s Life ✅️

does not killing someone they were ordered to count? usually when they come to the final point of killing someone, esper doesn't spare them at the last minute, but they have decidedly procrastinated killing plenty of people and chosen to disobey orders.

Invented Something ❌️

Been Hungover ✅️

Kissed Someone ✅️ 

Slow-Danced✅️

the picture i'm using of them above is of them slow dancing with wyll lol :p

Been In A Long-Term Relationship ✅️❌️

not pre-game, anyway, unless their long-term disastership with gortash counts, which it shouldn't because i think it's funny

Had Sex ✅️

Had Sex And Regretted It ✅️

i shan't elaborate.

Had A One-Night Stand ✅️

Had A Threesome ✅️

a foursome, technically, but they'll get around to a threesome eventually.

Experimented With Their Sexuality ✅️

Had A Kid ❌️

Adopted A Kid ❌️

not legally or officially. they have adopted mol and the thieflings in spirit.

Wanted To Have A Family With Someone ❌️

Done Something On Impulse They Regretted ✅️

Gone Travelling ✅️

Had A Bounty Put On Them ✅️

Eaten An Insect ✅️

[gale voice] stoplickingthedamnthing!!!!!

Been Groped By A Stranger ✅️

r.i.p. to that stranger.

Been Groped By Someone They Know ✅️

Been Dumped ❌️

Dumped Someone ✅️❌️

can you dump someone you were never in a relationship with? sorry gortash

Smoked ✅️

Gotten High ❌️

unless getting high on father bhaal's murder endorphins counts.

Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks ✅️

Put Someone In A Headlock ❌️

Won a Bet ✅️

Lost a Bet ✅️

Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them ✅️

it was orin, even though she never apologized. but that was the only time they've ever done this.

Indulged In Petty Revenge ✅️✅️✅️

Hallucinated ✅️

Has A Noticeable Physical Defect ✅️

esper is missing a couple of ribs and teeth and bits of organs. though you can't see inside of them, they are kind of visible from the outside.

Gotten A Noticeable Scar ✅️✅️✅️

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury ✅️

kind of a new design development as i work on drawing more realistic burn scars, but their ear and eyelid are scarred out of shape and their hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows barely grow on that side.

Kneed Someone In The Groin ✅️

Had An Unattainable Crush ✅️

Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears ❌️

Been Kidnapped ✅️

i feel like the nautiloid is the only time this has happened, though.

Been Sexually Assaulted ❌️

Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised ✅️

brainwashed, hypnotized, had their will entirely overwritten and their body puppeted by the lord of murder...

Had A Recurring Nightmare ✅️

Been Bullied ✅️

Bullied Someone ✅️

Experienced Survivor’s Guilt ✅️

Been Tied/Chained Up ✅️

Given Someone A Massage ❌️

Received A Massage ❌️

god do they ever fucking need one though lmao

Been Backed Up Against A Wall ✅️

this one i had to think about because they would ordinarily never let this happen, but they did let abdirak flog them. so there's that

Shot Someone ✅️

because guns don't exist in bg3 the answer is technically no but i'm counting arrows. so yes. and if guns did exist in bg3 the answer would still be an emphatic yes

Stabbed Someone ✅️

Saved Someone’s Life ✅️

Cheated On Someone ❌️

Been Cheated On ❌️

Been In An Open Relationship ✅️

Had A Friendship With Benefits ✅️

all of esper's friendships have benefits if you're brave.

Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship ✅️

kind of, i suppose! esper's like, kind of aromantic by modern standards, but it's easier to call their ongoing relationship with astarion romantic. whatever it is, they're partners. as for gortash they don't know that man they've never met that man they aren't friends shut up

Had A Stalker ❌️

orin, kind of, in act 3. i don't know if that counts and i'm not really counting it. gortash also behaved a bit like a stalker in the early days but i don't count that either because no matter how much bhaalist esper insisted they wanted him to go away they really only said that to avoid getting in trouble with dad.

Been Betrayed ✅️

Been A Traitor ✅️

Been Possessed ✅️

see "brainwashed/hypnotized".

Been In A Bar Fight ❌️

Been Thrown Out Of A Bar ❌️

Been Arrested ❌️

Broken Out Of Jail ❌️

they've never been arrested. they have helped others break out of jail before (florrick and the gondians, namely).

Been To A Funeral ❌️

lingered in graveyards and visited graves, yes. watched from a distance, yes. caused plenty of funerals, yes. they've never been invited to or attended an actual funeral before, though.

Been To A Brothel ✅️

Had Surgery ✅️

does vivisection count? i'm choosing to believe it does. those bones and organs didn't just fall out, after all.

Broken Someone’s Trust ✅️

Broken Someone’s Heart ✅️

Had Their Heart Broken ✅️

i don't say this to be edgy but i don't think esper knows what it's like to have a heart that *isn't* broken until the start of the game.

Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger ✅️

Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite ✅️

Gotten A Piercing ✅️

Gotten A Tattoo ✅️

Used A Fake Name ✅️

"esper" is technically a fake name. their real name is suspaer auv'yrae, given to them by the matron of house auv'yrae. "the dark urge" is also a pseudonym they picked up after they abandoned their proper name out of shame.

Been Beaten Up ✅️

Been Tortured/Tortured Others ✅️

Been Abused ✅️

Been Blackmailed ✅️

mutual blackmail was like 2/3rds of their relationship with gortash.

Gotten Away With A Crime ✅️✅️✅️

Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed ✅️

this is one of those things they've been doing ever since they learned how to talk, but fun fact, this is how they first met gortash. by framing him for murder and blackmailing him.

Shared A Bed Platonically ❌️

not until after the urge is gone, anyway. they'll get there.

Been In Love ✅️

Suffered From Sleep Paralysis ✅️

Been Forced To Flee Their Home ✅️

Learned A New Language ✅️

Joined A Rebellion ❌️

rebelling against bhaal was a personal thing, not a rebellion.

Fought On The Losing Side Of A War ❌️

Fought On The Winning Side Of A War ❌️

i don't count the battle against the absolute as a war per se, but if you do, they were on both the losing and winning sides of it at some point.

Become A Godparent ❌️

Become An Aunt/Uncle ❌️

OC Action Tag

Never have I ever! Mark what your oc has and hasn't done

Ooh thanks for the tag @oh-moth

Gonna tag @sunflowergem , @smallnico , and @bardic-perdita , if you wanna!

This is SO crazy long that I'm only gonna do it for one of my guys and random number generator chose Poppy so Poppy it is! Under that cut!

Killed Someone Under Orders ✅️

Had Someone Killed On Their Orders 🚫

Killed Someone In Self Defence ✅️

Spared Someone’s Life ✅️

Invented Something 🚫

Been Hungover ✅️

Kissed Someone ✅️

Slow-Danced ✅️

Been In A Long-Term Relationship 🚫 (at least not until she meets Bri)

Had Sex ✅️

Had Sex And Regretted It ✅️

Had A One-Night Stand ✅️

Had A Threesome 🚫

Experimented With Their Sexuality ✅️

Had A Kid 🚫

Adopted A Kid 🚫

Wanted To Have A Family With Someone 🚫

Done Something On Impulse They Regretted ✅️✅✅✅✅✅

Gone Traveling ✅️

Had A Bounty Put On Them ✅️

Eaten An Insect ✅

Been Groped By A Stranger 🚫

Been Groped By Someone They Know ✅️

Been Dumped ✅

Dumped Someone ✅️ (kinda? does leaving without a word count lol)

Smoked ✅️

Gotten High ✅️

Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks ✅️

Put Someone In A Headlock ✅️

Won a Bet ✅️

Lost a Bet ✅️

Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them ✅

Indulged In Petty Revenge ✅️

Hallucinated ✅️

Has A Noticeable Physical Defect - 🚫

Gotten A Noticeable Scar ✅️

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury 🚫 (distinct from her scars? No)

Kneed Someone In The Groin ✅️

Had An Unattainable Crush ✅

Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears ✅️

Been Kidnapped ✅ (kinda? Briefly)

Been Sexually Assaulted 🚫

Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised 🚫

Had A Recurring Nightmare ✅️

Been Bullied 🚫

Bullied Someone ✅️ (not bad tho. More like sibling style teasing)

Experienced Survivor’s Guilt ✅

Been Tied/Chained Up ✅️

Given Someone A Massage ✅️

Received A Massage ✅️

Been Backed Up Against A Wall ✅️

Shot Someone ✅️ (crossbows count)

Stabbed Someone ✅️

Saved Someone’s Life ✅️

Cheated On Someone ✅ (like, not from her perspective because she didn't consider them "in a relationship")

Been Cheated On ✅

Been In An Open Relationship ✅️

Had A Friendship With Benefits ✅️

Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship 🚫

Had A Stalker 🚫

Been Betrayed ✅️

Been A Traitor 🚫

Been Possessed 🚫

Been In A Bar Fight ✅

Been Thrown Out Of A Bar ✅️

Been Arrested ✅️

Broken Out Of Jail ✅️

Been To A Funeral ✅

Been To A Brothel ✅️

Had Surgery ✅️ (like, battlefield arrow removals and stuff)

Broken Someone’s Trust ✅

Broken Someone’s Heart 🚫

Had Their Heart Broken 🚫

Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger 🚫

Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite ✅️

Gotten A Piercing 🚫 (surprisingly... Should I give Poppy piercings...? 🤔)

Gotten A Tattoo ✅️

Used A Fake Name ✅️

Been Beaten Up ✅️

Been Tortured/Tortured Others 🚫

Been Abused 🚫

Been Blackmailed 🚫

Gotten Away With A Crime ✅️

Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed 🚫

Shared A Bed Platonically ✅️

Been In Love ✅️ (tough to say. She would say that she's been in love a bunch and that's not really a lie. She falls in love fast and deep but it doesn't actually get her to *stay*. Love, but not attachment. Until Bri of course.)

Suffered From Sleep Paralysis 🚫

Been Forced To Flee Their Home 🚫 (unless moving camp so often counts)

Learned A New Language ✅️

Joined A Rebellion 🚫

Fought On The Losing Side Of A War 🚫

Fought On The Winning Side Of A War 🚫

Become A Godparent 🚫

Become An Aunt/Uncle 🚫

[shamefulcumfort]

✨Random Rottmnt Head-Cannons✨

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- Leo and Donnie always had the worst nightmares growing up, but now they stay up watching horror videos on YouTube when they can’t sleep, sometimes even falling asleep to then if they’re tired enough

- Donnie can’t stand the feeling of denim or lace, he can’t even pick it up without full-body cringing

- Mikey secretly uses his mysticism to levitate a paintbrush or pencil when his hands hurt to much to hold them

- Raph and Donnie will sometimes sleep together because Dee’s weighted blanket just isn’t enough that night, so Raph will use his soft shell as a pillow

- Leo stutters when he gets really excited about something, repeating and slurring words. Mikey and Donnie do it too sometimes but not as much or as noticeable

- Leo and Mikey both have ADHD

- Raph is Bi-gender (I think that what it’s called?), He/She, and has different names, such as Ruby, or even sometimes Rosie, depending on how she feels

- Mikey is Panromantic and Asexual

- Leo is Gay and Transmasc

- Donnie is Demiromantic and Bisexual

- Donnie eats raw meat, and when he can, turtle(terrifying crossover convo)

- Leo still unfortunately gets his period (hilarious crossover convo)

- He also lays eggs twice a year (also another hilarious convo)

- All the brothers will go check of the others after a bad nightmare to make sure everyone’s okay, even sometimes venturing out to Aprils to calm their nerves

- Mikey loves insects and spiders, he had a pet tarantula in the old layer (R.I.P Sandy)

- Donnie’a a plant mama, has over 64 different types of plants and flowers, all ranging from harmless to concerning poisonous

- They all watch Drag Race/Fashion Shows and even have their own from time to time

- Casey Jr is afraid of dogs, he almost made an exception for smaller ones, but they turned out the same if not more vicious then the Kraang dogs, so he’ll pass (he likes cats tho)

- No one chews bubblegum anymore

- Donnie regresses a lot more often after the movie, both intentionally and unintentionally

- Raph is his main caretaker, but he likes to venture to Leo first

- Mayhem gets about as big as Raph is

- The whole family knows sign language, but the brothers made a new way of communicating by flashing their markings to one another, in case of situations where their hands are tied, or one can’t particularly move their arms at that moment

- As Raph ages, he gains a red diamond pattern on his arms, thighs, and face (thank you @justsayinghiiexistlol for reminding me of this)

- Donnie originally designed Leo’s prosthetic to have missile launchers and lasers installed, but Raph and Mike shut that down pretty fast

- …

- He may or may not have installed them anyway

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[cryptcatz]

hi hello this is my chaotic main blog. mostly music related stuff, physical disability n neurodivergent stuff, aesthetic stuff, etc…..also i accidentally deleted the tumblr blog i’d had since 2012 in 2017 r.i.p. (prev urls include c-a-f-f-e-i-n-e-cold, ghoulsniightout, butchbats)

carrd for more info on me is here 🖤

some of my sideblogs —

gaming: @nidorinas

animals: @quaggas

insects: @mantidz

animal crossing: @hollowmoonisle

sims: @sims4goths

anime/manga: @wlwpower

halloween + goth nostalgia/kidcore: @halloweenkidcore

there’s more than this too im a MESS

aesthetic blogs for books im writing: @knifepartiez, @possumpunks, @cryptclub, @homesickblues, @pathogenesiis

i have a plushie/toy photography Instagram called salems.toybox and a animal photography one called moose.and.friendz and my main IG is chronicallygothic but used less

i try my best to tag triggers, lemme know if you need anything tagged. i already take note of triggers listed in bios etc of blogs i follow. i don’t use “tw” i just tag the trigger with nothing else

thanks for reading here is a bat 💖

[wow-its-saki]

Gello Jello and mostly hello!

★--•--༄--༄--༄--༄--༄--༄--༄--༄--•--★

Lil' intro on who i am, i'm Saki/Nubi! I use use she/they and i like to reblog random stuff i like :)

➪ 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 ۞

I'm a minor sooo don't be weird ig? Thx

I am from The Balkans (aka Serbia)

Fun fact: l am 100 meters from your location and approaching rapidly, Start running.

I don't have siblings but l do have alot of cousins-

I listen to Pogo, IC3PEAK, Gorillaz, Kero Kero Bonito and Mitski

My birthday is on March 3th

I like to draw sometimes but i'm pretty insecure about my art 👉👈

i am a genderfluid, bisexual, poly and aegosexual kind of fruity person

My timezone is CE(S)T btw

I have Adhd and maladaptive daydreaming 👍

➪ 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 ۞

Red - Meh still kinda in it (but i don't talk much about it

Yellow - It's cool but not that interesting anymore (but if you want to i can talk with you about it)

Green - YES. (Extra yes if its my blog theme)

Arcane, Hazbin hotel (+ troxa-chan), helluva boss, blueycapsule, mcyt, dsmp, ENA, Baldis Basics, Bendy and the ink machine, cookie run kingdom, FNAF, Ch, Camp Camp, Clover 2020 (OR3O), hiimmarrymarry, Turning Red, flamingo (Albert) + earthworm sally, spongebob squarepants, The Loud house, Angelo Rules, The Romanovs (movie), bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine, Middle most post, The amazing world of gumball, Gorillaz, Isadora Moon + Mirabelle Starspell, The Owl House

Yes i know alot of these are cartoons-

➪ 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 ۞

My tik tok is wowza_its_saki

My discord is SAKI ! | (• ◡•)|#7584

➪ 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 ★

I don't allow any: nsfw blogs, homophobes, islamphobes, racists, MAPS, Balkanphobes and ableists

Please don't send me pictures of bugs up close. I have entomophobia since l was four (entomophobia is being scared of bugs and insects) and that shit freaks me out. Blame that one spongebob episode.

Please do not talk about alcohol, suicide. Just don't.

As long as you are not a idiot ur welcome.

➪ 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 ۞

My alt blog is @saki-is-a-dumb-panda

My c!Saki blog is @engineer-saki

My Gelian and Aelia blog is @theenergysun-thetiredmoon

➪ 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 ۞

my cool parents: @asexual-birbs-stuff and @brainsanalysis (r.i.p. i will miss you two), @ttakinou and @feverish-dove, @mcyt-sh1t, @snowblowssoftly, @icarusthefoolish

My annoying (/j) ass siblings: @stickthebonsai, @i-am-an-abyss-of-gender, @make-things-make-sense, @txbixs, @loverboyyy-hh, @eggs-for-breakfast

My hitman brother: @mcytblr-hitman (he is not annoying <3 /p)

My poggers aunts/uncless: @amintyworld, @kyliecatqueen, @glitchyrose202, @blackstar-gazer, @awkwardmoonflowers, @teaofthechamomile

My lovely platonic partners: @jaime-exists and @friendly-neighborhood-shitposter, @theracoonweeb

They are just there: @little-duck (they are my aunt, my sibling and maybe even my parent. Who knows)

My amazing child: @molotovedbyanangel

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============༄☾︎💗☽︎༄============

[wetkoalajpg]

attention future friends and partners who own pets

If you have a dog:

I will appreciate your dog and love them with all my heart

I will be cordial, collected and ask for permission at all times

I will also train to give excellent head pats and keep some treats on me (if you would so kindly allow it)

If you have a rat, hamster, etc.:

Absolutely splendid pet dear friend/partner

I will work to overcome my stigma against rats as a former dweller of a mice-infested home and give your buddy the love they deserve

If you see me patting/watching your hamster while crying, all is fine, I am but imagining how your hamster and my own would have gotten along (R.I.P. Squeaky)

I will not hesistate to assist in your pets health regimen (feeding of healthy veggies, exercise, etc.)

If you have a snake or other reptiles:

Excellent choice in pet my good sir/madam/esteemed friend/partner

As with the rat, I will work on my stigma against “scary” reptiles and will believe your buddy is a pleasure to be acquainted with

If they require bugs for feeding, do not mind me if I hold a small funeral for said insects

If your snake pal decides to drape themselves on my shoulders, I will treat them like the high fashion and gorgeous scarf that they aspire to be

If you own spiders, bugs, etc.:

Although I am standing as far away from them as possible I love them and know they mean well

I will research your buddy to learn how to best care for them

I may be trembling in every bone but I am determined to love them

If you own a cat:

look if i steal your cat idk what to tell you man

[bemybstar]

Bug watching with Legosi would include...

Pairing: Legosi x GN!Reader

A/N: Reader is a wolf btw. Requests are open & feedback is welcomed! Thanks and enjoy!

— You and Legosi have been dating for a little while now... four months to be exact.

— There were still many things you didn’t know about him and one of those little things just so happened to be his pet beetle, Kabu or sometimes nicknamed Beetley.

— Both. Both is good. But for this headcanon he’ll be named Beetley.

— You first met the brown Hercules beetle while staying over Legosis place over the weekend which meant no school, no roommates, and no responsibilities. Just pure relaxation.

— The two of you were busy resting on Legosi’s bed which surprisingly was wide enough to fit both your bodies.

— After a bit of talking, one thing led to another and sooner than anticipated Legosi began pressing light kisses to your lips and then straight to your neck.

— With consent of course!

— Usually it puts a smile on your face and a short wag of your tail to really get you going but for some reason you were preoccupied on something else...

— That something was called Beetley and your boyfriend seemed to notice.

— “I see Beetley has caught your eye,” he tells you amusingly. “Would you like to meet him?”

— “Yes please,” you answer and lean up to sit beside Legosi who does the same.

— He reaches for the tiny plastic cage and places it in the middle between the two of you.

— Taking his left hand he carefully opens the top latch and grabs the beetle with such ease, softly placing him down on his other hand allowing the creature to roam free.

— “Beetley,” he calls to him lovingly. “Your walking now. Good job.”

— You weren’t really one for insects but your boyfriend did seem to have a fascination for them.

— “There’s someone here I’d like you to meet. This is Y/N and she just so happens to be my girlfriend,” Legosi says inching Beetley closer so he can get a better look at you.

— “Do you want to hold him?”

— “Uhh sure,” you answer him. “What should I do?”

— “Hold your palm out. Good, good just like that and wait for him to come to you...”

— You do as your boyfriend instructs, him being the bug expert and all you have no reason not to trust him.

— You watch as Beetley places his front two legs and slowly crawls towards your hand. He stays there for a little bit before looking up to stare back at you with his soulless beady black eyes.

— “I-I think he likes me,” you exclaim causing your tail to wag shortly from excitement.

— “Well that makes two of us then,” Legosi says with a heartfelt smile causing you to blush rapidly.

— After that day you never looked at beetles the same way again...

— But unfortunately Beetleys time with you was short lived, the Hercules beetle your boyfriend loved so much was pronounced dead as soon as Jack found him.

— Legosi said he lived just as he died; sleeping under Jack. R.I.P

— He even dedicated an entire PowerPoint presentation about it during class. Based on this link -> https://youtu.be/kg_bKSA1yVM (I LOVE Legosi’s English voice actor tbh)

— You were sad once Jack told you the bad news and you knew how easily depressed Legosi can get over certain things. It seemed like that little beetle boy was the only thing keeping him going.

— So as the caring girlfriend you are you decided to try your best to cheer him up.

— “Hey there, Tall Guy,” you gave him that nickname after a couple weeks of dating. “How ya holding up?”

— “I’m doing alright... I guess,” he sounds unsure of himself and it pained you to see him this way. “Well maybe my surprise will help make you feel better...” That caught his attention.

— “S-surprise? What kind of surprise?” “I can’t tell you, Silly. That defeats the whole purpose,” you tell him with a playful tone.

— “Now, close your eyes and take out your hand,” he does as you say as you place the surprise down in front of him. “Okay! You can open them now.”

— And in Legosi’s hand is a brand new Hercules Beetle, still the same gender as Beetley but this one was covered with black spots and sported a green shell.

— “I know he’ll never replace Beetley but I couldn’t bare to see you upset anymore,” you tell him honestly. “But the least you could do is try and give him a chance, please...for me.”

— You await his response as he keeps his intense gaze on the beetle then back to you. So many thoughts run through your head... WHAT IF HE DOESNT LIKE IT? WHAT IF YOU OVERSTEPPED YOUR BOUNDARIES? WHAT IF HE WANTS TO BREAK UP WITH YOU ALL BECAUSE YOU TRIED TO REPLACE HIS PRECIOUS BEETLEY WITH A KNOCKOFF? WHY IS IT TAKING HIM SO LONG TO ANSWER?!?

— “Y/N... I-I don’t know what to say,” Is that a bad thing or...

— “Thank you,” he finally speaks. “Thank you so much for not only thinking of me but Beetley as well,” he puts his new pet back in its container.

— “And...” he lingers on. “And?” You respond.

— “And I love you for it,” He plants a kiss right on your lips and you return the affection.

— He loved the gift after all...

— “How’d you manage to find this little guy anyway?” Legosi questions.

— “That’s a long story,” you reply. “I’ll tell you all about it on our way back.”

— Welcome to the family Beetley 2.0

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Tag list - (just ask to be added)

@starr60

[nervousladytraveler]

👀

end of year WIP meme!

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

Thanks @heather-field for the ask! This is a chapter from Like Someone Who Would Know Her Own Mind that I decided to discard because I wasn’t sure where it would lead and knew it would take quite some time to get resolved.

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A Moonless Night

Demelza sat up, gasping in the dark, stifling room. It hadn’t seemed as though she’d really fallen asleep at all, yet hours had somehow passed. She must have dozed lightly, fitfully, dreamlessly. The record mid-summer heat was unbearable all over the Cornwall countryside and at Nampara, it was felt most in the rooms above the north barn. Tonight sweat pooled under her arms, behind her knees, and between her breasts. The damp sheets felt gritty and she flipped her pillow over thinking that she might find a cooler patch, but was not very hopeful that she would. Then trying her best to be gentle, she pushed Garrick away--his fur and breath was too much. She just couldn’t fathom how on such a night he still wanted to be close to her.

She considered stepping into the yard for some air or even going into the main house. The heat was still felt in there, but the flagstone floors and stone foundation kept things considerably cooler than the newer timber frame buildings elsewhere on the farm. She knew she’d be welcome in Ross’s bed but that would neither cool her nor help her sleep. There was always the guest room just down the hall. He’d been urging her for weeks to relocate there permanently but she’d maintained a sentimental attachment to her space above the barn. It had been the first room she’d ever felt was truly her own and where she felt assured she would be safe and undisturbed. And although closer proximity to Ross was enticing, she was reluctant to give up this symbolic but also essential marker of her independence.

Maybe she could creep quietly into the dark parlour and just stretch out on the sofa. She shook her head and laughed lightly, recalling how just seven months earlier, she and Ross had bundled up in blankets and mufflers and parkas in that very room desperate for warmth when the heat had gone out at Christmas.

Well, certainly quite a bit had changed since then, hadn’t it?

An old fan sat on the table next to her bed and succeeded only in making annoying clicking noises but not in moving the stale air around the room. She switched it off entirely and for a few seconds found a physical comfort in the silence, until she gave in and rose to her feet.

The yard outside her window was black. All the house lights were off and since there was no moon, there were no shadows to define the objects she knew would be there. Nothing had edges or depth--all was flat, incomprehensible. When her eyes didn’t adjust to such darkness her other senses slowly heightened.

The familiar smells from the east barn, made even more pungent in the heat. A waft of petrol from the machine shed. But also the sweet scent of the warm summer air, rich and moist with traces of earth and sea.

The sound of soft feet--four of them--not scurrying but moving quickly and with purpose. No doubt in the morning they’d find fox prints. Insects--maybe as far away as the northern fields--chirped out of sync with one another creating one continuous buzz.

And then tires rolling slowly over the rough gravel of the drive.

She was too sweaty to feel the hairs on her arm stand up but a jolt of alarm ran through her all the same. She considered turning on her light but knew that would only illuminate her at the window and blind her to the movements in the yard. She listened closely and stared into the darkness.

The car seemed to pull in next to the storage shed opposite; she’d heard its engine come closer, and once her brain placed it in proximity to the window, she thought she could make out its form. 

It was a car not a truck--four doors, somewhat square around the bonnet and boot, so perhaps an older model? She couldn’t tell the colour but imagined it was dark, certainly not metallic. It didn’t seem to be a car she knew from the neighbourhood.

Nothing was visible through its front or side windows--whether it was just the night or whether they’d been permanently tinted, she couldn’t tell. And the driver must have left their headlamps off deliberately.

As stealthy as that fox, she thought. And for what purpose?

She began to wonder how they could know their way in the dark but the thought was interrupted by Garrick. The dog gave a low growl but she wasn’t sure if he sensed real danger or was just responding to the fear she was broadcasting.

The engine remained running for what felt like a terribly long minute before it was finally switched off, and yet no one emerged from the car.

Demelza scrambled across the room for her mobile. She knew she should probably ring 999 straight away but instead dialed Ross. She crept back to the window so she could listen for any car doors opening or footsteps in the yard while she waited for Ross to answer.

Come on Ross, pick up!

She had her mobile to her ear, listening to it ring while she watched for some sort of stirring in the darkness. She hadn’t realised she was holding her breath until it came out in a sharp gasp.

The driver side door had at last opened and while she still couldn’t make out the body at the wheel, she heard a chilling sound: the ring of a mobile inside the car. 

Ross’s mobile.

After two more rings, it stopped--the driver must have switched it off. She did the same to hers as soon as she heard Ross’s voicemail recording come on.

And when the figure stepped out of the car, even though he was still cloaked by the unbroken darkness, she recognised him at once--she felt it in her blood. 

It was Ross.

But what was he doing? And why was the hell was he hiding from her?