#and filtering out stuff

[fisheito]

Looking around the user interface in awe Wow lookit all these fancy renovations!!! We got so many new filters abdLOMUY MYHIF GLOB

Why the adoDOKK THEY SO CUTE?!!?,,???

Ehehje yakumorb

Oh i don't get jumpscared by eiden titti in the intimacy rooms anymore but NoW i HAVE TO SEE HIS sTUPID POINT BLANK SMILE?

...why are the first two rows so... i don't like the lack of variety going on ..

[necroticboop]

actual quotes from my mother, during her first watch of The Owl House

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[miiilowo]

slightly over-engineered red leader tord design because i really really reaaaaallly like military uniforms & i thin k he deserves better than a hoodie under a blue trenchcoat. he doesnt tbh but i maybe deserve to see it. anyway

[styxxsyringe]

in my dark room alone

[somegurl8]

“People are writing this” “People are writing that” Actually let’s talk about what people AREN’T writing because we’re like 6 episodes into Judgement and I haven’t found a single fic for it on AO3. It’s been around since mid October and not a single fic. Why is there no love for Judgement

[ahhrenata]

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[chenqingssuibian]

[kagooleo]

happy new years 2025! it's been nearly a whole year since I started posting about fluffyriceshipping here, and my art has changed a lot since then! what better way to start the new year than with some sweet potatoes with their partners 🍠🌅

[wurrrmlyy]

Slowly making bumblebees sanity crumble. There’s a good ending. Probably. Idk i havent actually figured out the timeline yet

if you cant read the notes they are in the image desc. i ahve a lot of new plot ideas but im gonna make a list of events that happen differently and figure out how they happen differently first... sorry if this silly thing isnt clear

[sonknuxadow]

LOVE LOSES !!!!!!!!!!!!

[spark-river]

Demons

Headcanon:

Imagine demons having their own gestures for communication and own moral code. As in, they do kill people and it's survival of the strongest, yes. But they also operate on honor. In this case, honor isn't saying you won't kill someone and actually not killing them. No, demons will do that. Honor is sticking to certain things to keep an advantage.

Families will be tight and help each other for their mutual benefit. Honor is having a role and actively doing it. The brothers grew even closer due to this moral view in the Devildome. (And, of course, because they were close in the Celestial Realm and felt outcasted in the Devildome.)

Another thing are deals. While some people don't operate on keeping deals, they often don't get good connections. Having a lot of connections is typical when you're the same strength. People will make deals with you for mutual advantage if you're known to keep them. Meanwhile promises are often bound to magic since demons try to limit being betrayed.

Now to what I actually wanted to talk about. Lust demons that have the same pact human might need to feed on him (physical contact; not necessarily sexual) at the same time. It would make sense for there to be a gesture to signal they're not fighting over 'prey' but instead can feed at the same time. Maybe just an arm tap by the stronger of the two demons. The one that could actually claim the 'prey' for themself if they chose to but instead allows someone else to feed aswell.

This would be especially interesting with Asmo. I can imagine him scaring off a lot of lower demons he doesn't like. But if they're pretty enough or he decided they need to feed (and he feels responsible for them since they're under his domain) he'll tap their arm to allow for simultaneously feeding. That would make for interesting situations. It would even be possible to happen when Solomon introduces his other pactmates to Asmo.

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Headcanon that Meeks will sometimes speak before thinking and half the time it’s some like flirting dirty joke that shoulda stayed an inside thought (“yes sir 😏” like ok freak [affectionate]), and half the time he says something that makes him sound like a grandma

[luckyartdrawer]

(Bitter) Sweet! Art & Drabble

For @divinit3a Café Lunch Rush prompt list! There's still plenty of time before the first prompt is due (Jan 12th), and there's 2 other prompts as well for the month! Definitely check it out lovelies! <3

Drabble name: Instability Of The Heart Contents: Sun x reader, Heavy Pinning, Bitter Sweetness Chosen Words: Clouds, Opals, Celebration, Star-crossed, Letting Go, Hope, Candle Word Count: 1,625

AO3 version now available!

(Close Ups are also at the bottom <3)

It’s been a whole year…

Unsure how to approach the festivities now, Sun decided to find a quiet spot instead, spending all morning setting things up to participate in his own way. He couldn't not join in, but it just wouldn't be right to go back into the thick of it either.

The not-too-far-off town square, only a mile below his expanse of cloud, is alive in the lieu of celebration. The live orchestra plays the same casual songs, their passion dying the expanse of clouds they rest upon pink with their infectious energy, and the music drifts up clear as day to his ears despite the distance. The community brightens at each strum of a chord, chatter so lively that they create lyrics to their own song. They all are so alight that even once the sun sets, not even a single candle will be necessary to keep the festival bathed in a warm glow.

Sun sighed as he looked towards his namesake, feeling both relief and dread seeing it only moved a little since he last checked, located slightly past the center of the sky above him. Any moment now the square should clear its center and engage in its Hearthwarming Dance.

A spark crackles in his chest, sending longing pangs to his heart and head. It swirls through the burning magma and dips through every ligament, the tips of his fingers and toes buzzing with the itch to do something.

He turns to his partner, waiting for the first note of the new song to swell before grabbing their soft hand and whispering,

“May I have this dance?”

Without his usual banter, Sun embraces them and sways to the familiar beat without hesitation.

Upon closing his eyes, he is suddenly not dancing on a patchy field of clouds, but rather upon a lively opal plaza shimmering in the warm sunlight; the polished stone reflecting all those lovely pink clouds to create a mosaic, speckled with a rainbow of beautiful color.

Yet, the way you shined changed everything. It had completely ruined his view of beauty.

Your smile glistened through the sheer cloud of stardust that orbits around your form. Your eyes were as hypnotic as the ring of light you absorb, blindingly white before turning into a pitch black that's impossible for him to comprehend. He could barely even remember what you wore that day, too busy memorizing your face.

You were a star that had gone supernova, a rarity unseen for the last 3 centuries, let alone for a star of your kind.

Even the thought of your imagery causes him to inhale sharply. He clutches at his partner tightly, mindless of the give as he steps around in a traditional dance.

You were so scared when the change happened all those months ago...

Sun had found you holed up in your dark room, begging him to not look at you. He had initially come over to barge down your door for being an hour late to meet him, only to find your home was unlocked. It wasn't too unusual, so he welcomed himself inside, used to doing so after years of friendship.

His bitterness over how you kept him waiting for so long evaporated at finding your tearful state, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for your usual wear and voice.

He's still ashamed to say that he was enraptured by you despite the state you were in.

You were a glimmering dwarf star before, enchanting enough as is, and yet somehow you turned into something even more bewitching, compounding his years of desire into something even stronger. It felt right. Not to see you sad, but to see you in that form. Everything about it felt like you. The pull was indescribable in every step he took, the very essence of you invading his senses.

As soon as he recounts reassuring you, drying your tears, and pulling you into a hug; he snaps back to having you in his arms in the light of day, grasping his right hand and prancing with ease across the square, expertly avoiding other participants.

The magnetic pull is intense, the need to somehow get closer and closer was nearly impossible to ignore. He wanted to run away from such a force, yet he only clutched your hand tighter as he spun you, pulling your back into his chest and locking you there for a beat too long.

He was so afraid that you could read his every move, regardless of knowing your sheer obliviousness to his desires.

You always playfully indulged his yearly insistence of being your dance partner, yet nothing had come of it from either side. But this time, his gaze was constantly locked with yours, unable to break contact. His possessive grip had ensnared you, barely leaving even an inch between you. He couldn't help but pause, disregarding the mass of bodies moving around him, wanting to hold you forever.

How could it not be obvious?

Regardless, he knew it was inevitable he'd spill out his soul to you soon, barely able to restrain his lips from colliding into yours at that very moment.

He hoped, he prayed, he begged like a mantra to the celestial mother that you'd feel the same. That this magnetism isn't so one sided. That restraint would one day be unnecessary and he'd finally be able to drink in the flavor of your kiss.

Only mere seconds had passed when he released you from his hold, continuing the dance as if nothing happened. Perhaps to you, nothing did happen.

Would that explain what had happened?

He spent that whole day with you, following you to vendors with traditional carbon foods and indulging in your proximity as you'd graze hands and bump shoulders on occasion, finally left comfortably alone as the town's people were accustomed to your new appearance by then.

He was more than happy to scoop you up the moment you said you were getting tired and overwhelmed. You insisted that you didn't want the fun to end, but he could tell by the sound of your voice that you at least needed a change of pace.

The sun was setting when he leapt up stray puffs of clouds to the field above the plaza. He pranced in circles, leaping gaps to the dying beats of music, and teasing about dropping you through them when you didn't believe he could cross. Your rivers of laughter only fueled his audacity, as he never wanted to hear them end. Inevitably, his foot barely slipped off the edge of one of his more daring jumps, causing the two of you to fall forward and collide with the cloud beneath you.

Despite the grunt the two of you made at the impact, you were quick to laugh at Sun’s failure, teasing him about his cockiness biting him in the behind.

But Sun couldn't ignore the press of his body on top of yours, the echoing melody of your voice ensnaring his throat, refusing to allow him to even draw breath, let alone words. His mind fogged over, the only reprieve to his pinning troubles all pointed towards you, and he desperately needed that relief.

Your lips were more delicious than he could have ever dreamed of, your endearing expression was wide eyed and glowing.

Glowing so much that he actually had to close his eyes for a moment to recuperate, despite how much he wanted to savor your appearance.

And then with a fluttering blink, he's back in the present, kneeling down in the same position over some sad facimally of you. The cloud he molded this morning was mangled already from his delusions, but due to his fall it had melded into the cloud below it, its pink color feeling more taunting than sweet.

Sun looked down at his hand to find a tiny piece of said cloud still in it, a tear welling up in his eye.

It was too fitting.

In that original moment, it was as if you dissolved right in his arms after that kiss, but he refuses to believe anything bad happened. He searched your home, your favorite places, and even contacted your friends and family. No one knew where you were.

Some believed you to be dead after he finally admitted what happened between the two of you.

He vehemently denied that possibility, despite the plausibility. You were barely older than he was, still spry with centuries of life ahead of you. You couldn't just die from a kiss…

The only spark of hope he was given was when he questioned one of the elder Neutron stars, one of whom recalled personally knowing a singular supernova; one who had been taken suddenly to a world beyond the sky to contain their unstable make up. They had returned only once to explain their departure, before saying goodbye for their next one shortly after.

Sun brought the small puff of cloud to his lips – it should have been your hand.

He couldn't repress the tear that escaped him.

It's been a year since your disappearance. He still hasn't given up on his star-crossed lover, if he may even call you that. Your sudden departure left him wanting, stagnant, unsure of so many things.

If you reciprocated, wouldn't you have come back to him by now..?

Overtime, many have caught onto his depressed demeanor and advised him that it's best to learn to let go.

Preaching that waiting is fruitless.

Denouncing the Neutron’s tall tale of some magical plain snatching you away.

Scolding Sun for ruining his life over some runaway star.

However, he cannot help it; you own all the hope he has left. As he is unfortunately, completely, woefully in love with you.

Close Ups!

[roukabi]

for anyone who does not want to see the new eyestraining effects on Flight Rising - or, really, for anyone who just doesn't want to see effects at all - there are two ways to (sort of) filter them. Both methods block all effects on the site, but both of them break Scenic Mode as effects are now tied to Scenic Mode.

Option 1 is to turn off WebGL. This retains the original dragon image without displaying the effect. Scenic mode only displays the original dragon .png as a fallback. Turning on/off WebGL will vary based on device, but the how-to should be easy to do + easy to search up online.

Option 2 uses a uBlock Origin filter, completely hiding any dragon onsite with an effect. Scenic Mode displays a solid white box. If you don't have uBlock, I highly, highly recommend it. It makes the Internet much more bearable.

uBlock method below:

Go into your uBlock dashboard (gear icon in the bottom right of the extension menu).

You should be in your filters menu, which looks like a dark box with numbers on the left. on a new line, type in this:

www1.flightrising.com##.dragon-effect-frame

3. Hit the 'Apply Changes' button in the top left corner.

Should you want to remove this filter, simply delete the line listed above. Make sure to hit 'Apply Changes' after.

How I think it works (not an expert) is that the frame holds the effect, so filtering the frame subsequently filters all effects.

It's puzzling to me how staff can release effects, acknowledge the eyestrain/motion sickness side effects, and then release even worse effects while waltzing into forums hawking the alt text function (that was barely advertised upon launch). With enough uproar I'm guessing there will be a real toggle for effects eventually, or at least a long-winded 'we're working on things' letter that will ultimately go nowhere.

[ysaefinn]

i don’t know if this really counts as an evil!mommy sugu but like . i imagine suguru to be a little lenient with how often you refer to him with his name and not his title. he understands you get shy sometimes, and he doesn’t mind when some days it takes you a little longer to call him mommy. he can handle a shy baby!

but i feel like the one time he really enforces it, is when you’re either arguing or trying to make a point. he won’t respond until you refer to him as mommy. like, you try calling him sugu or suguru and he’s just smiling softly, patting your cheek and saying; “i don’t know who you could possibly be talking to, because that’s not my name.”

and not only does he do it to slightly embarrass you, but to also subtly put you back in your place. to see how sheepish you get when you feel your cheeks heating up. because you’re just being so silly! how could you even fathom arguing with the man you call mommy? who takes care of every need you may or may not have? silly baby.

-🍎

Mdniiiiiiiiii!!!!! Infantilization, mommy kink, mentions of spankings and age regression , manipulation..?? Toxic relationship dynamics (evil mommy!sugu)

Ik the warnings are a little scary but the misandrist in me is hyper analyzing everything a man does for better or for worse

And applenon!!!! This very much is evil mommy sugu behavior lol typical Mommy Sugu understands that you're an adult and he DOES RESPECT YOU i swear he does it's a healthy relationship!!!!!!! So he's not gonna insist on you calling him mommy (cuz being mommy is a mindset, and you have to earn the title like a badge of honor <- his words) In cases of arguments he lets you get your way but will listen to you and make you feel heard, THEN the coddling happens ect ect we're not here to talk ab that rn.

So back to evil mommy!sugu!!!!!! I agree i agree i agree i love this so much buuuttt i think he would do this for your safety really, he's not worried about his position crumbling or anything, just wants to remind you that this is mommy you're talking about, he's here to protect you, keep you safe and happy, and you can't any of those things when you look at the person who provides for you and think negative thoughts, he is your caretaker!!!!!!!!!! He does what's best for you, mother knows best and mother knows that putting you back in your place is the best way to go back about this. So he's gently palming your cheek and sliding a thumb inside to lure his sweet obedient baby out again, and once the initial embarrassment of calling him mommy fades you're back into your safe cozy comfy world, you turn pliant basically lmao.

If you have been recently spanked (which i don't see happening with a shy reader but just let me have my fun plz) he won't hesitate to pat your ass a little, trace little patterns or words (its usually "baby" ehe) to trigger the sting and effectively remind you that you're giving attitude to somebody who had you on his lap not too long ago lol

He does reward you when you get back to your senses (regress enough) tho, holds you in his arms while you suck on his nipples, pats your ass (reminder of the spanking just Incase), smoothes down your hair, and asks who mommy's good baby is (answer or else) all while cooing and gently scolding you about acting out <33

Again this is evil mommy sugu lol (or yandere) he actually is the Suguru in the kidnapping and replacing your evil abusive mom fic!!! (Well to a degree at least bcuz he's over all very gentle and focused on helping you adjust and learn to be loved and cared for again) So not evil just yandere and very strange as he does refer to himself as mommy casually (you probably have seen the little snippet I shared)

Typical mommy sugu is just....built like that ig??? Again it's a mindset, he's an intense caretaker who wants to do everything to you but lets you be yourself and have a personality outside of just being his baby