#and i can always nap

[imflyingfish]

sweats do i stay up to 2am to watch the hermitcraft server stream or do i sleep like a normal guy

[hinamie]

shhhh

[cloudpalettes]

eepy time 😴💤

[journey-to-the-attic]

i've just discovered that they were selling the silliest lucifer plush and i'm so happy about it (unfortunately i am too late to get one myself)

i only just refrained from giving lucifer a hat to match his old man pjs, if only because i'm really bad at drawing hats

bonus:

[arom-antix]

I bring to thee some quick late night Viktuuri sketches because I think we could all use some fluff

[artzee534]

(translation: How I love when they make these comparisons between the two pairs.... So similar and always with that possibility of things repeating themselves....I do see Tails doing the Maria thing to protect Sonic. Could this be why Shadow doesn't like spending time with the brothers so much? That he sees himself and the person he loved so much? Who will he see her in the most? Sonic? And that's why he can't tolerate him, or in Tails? Those eyes full of hope that remind him of many things.)

A while ago, I had an idea where Sonic turns into Dark Sonic for a bit when he thought Eggman killed Tails.

His dark form would be activated with fake emeralds that Eggman made and experimented with. By the end of the story, Tails turns Super and proves that he can protect himself and Sonic. Sonic understands Shadow more now, with what he did out of grief for Maria.

Hace un año, tuve una idea en la que Sonic se convierte en Dark Sonic durante un rato cuando pensaba que Eggman había matado a Tails.

Su forma oscura se activaría con esmeraldas falsas que Eggman hizo y con las que experimentó.

Al final de la historia, Tails se convierte en Super y demuestra que puede protegerse a sí mismo y a Sonic. Sonic entiende más a Shadow ahora, con lo que hizo por pena por María.

[itsthislake]

“Near the End of April”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY!!

Poem by William Stanley Braithwaite (1878 – 1962)

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(click to see details! zoom in on the strawhats!)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

and now, a break from our normal schedule for my Favorite cat dad and his lovely vagabond son

[vagabond-umlaut]

KIT'S HSR DIARIES

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I'm actually watching Tanaka-kun is Always Listless (because it's nice and short, just 12 episodes!) and it's actually cute, calm, clever, and fun... and Tanaka-kun's oddly relatable.

[dismas-n-dismay]

Psst. She's got something to show you!! Check it, Tiny Falin!

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneeping with his legs up over his head for some reason... weird boye

[summertimemusician]

Warriors/Hyrule Warriors Focused WIP Sneak Peak

“... So, you came here not as the ‘Captain of the Knights of Hyrule’, or even as ‘The Hero Who Wields the Sword of Evil's Bane’...” You started, light and raspy and something close to hollow that made Warriors ache, you both breathing heavily and bloodied and bruised, and still standing, you were beautiful, taking the place of the late hyrulean sun as you had your knee to his chest and your dagger to his neck, but he wasn’t worried, not with you  “... But rather as an ‘old friend’?”

The way you practically spat the words through clenched, bared teeth would have been mistaken by loathing by anyone else, snake venom and the shape of winter winds in your eyes and mouth in your frigid fury, if he couldn’t tell how your usually steady hands shook like icicles in early spring. Knew as well as you did that all it would take is one slip of the blade and his neck would be split open.

“You heard me the first time, didn’t you?” he spoke calmly, breathing and taking you in as if that single moment would be your last.

(And maybe it might, if he didn't do this right.)

You paused, then a snort, then a chuckle, then a laugh, something close to a yowl, or maybe a howl as you sobbed.

Your blade misses his neck by inches, stabbing into the ground below and he doesn't flinch. Doesn't allow himself to flinch, knew you'd pounce on any hint of weakness and hesitation

“Aah… I suppose it’s my loss, Link.” You laughed, it was a bitter, ugly sound. Something that made him hurt and want to hold you in his arms as he did back then, in unwanted ballroom nights where you'd both slip to vacant rooms and talk about everything and nothing. When he felt comfortable speaking, when the vitriol of his fellow men didn't burn against his skin and the loathing both from others and himself for why the war started didn't tighten around his neck like a noose. When you'd both go horseback riding while on leave and you'd smile for him with all the brilliance of a star and all the sharpness of a blade, ready to take on the world so long as you were together.

He hated seeing you like this, broken down and ruined by war and thirst for justice never given, hated how he burned away pieces of himself and didn't think to look more into the situation before he lost you. 

(And why would he have? Good soldiers follow orders after all, even if it's against their own comrades.)

He missed you so, so much.

“It never ends, does it?” You snarled out, hurt and tired and something that was all the melancholy of a trapped animal, “You hurt me, you come back, I hurt you right back, you still return. I just can't keep doing this anymore.” You bare your teeth in a smile, half mocking, half desperate, “I can't even slit your throat to shut you up properly now, pathetic, isn't it, hero?” 

He felt flayed open, who knows, maybe it would be a kindness if you did slit his throat open. He'd prefer that in the place of seeing the one person he cared for the most a hollow mirror of their old self.

(He knew Mask, Linkle, Spirit, Tetra and the Sailor would give him a good shake for it. But he couldn't help it.

It wasn't the first time he considered ways to end the war after all.)

“It doesn't have to be like this,” He offered, somewhere between the charm he sometimes had to use when interrogating the enemy and a desperate plea, “We can do better, we can make things better.” 

“You really think I can just let it go? That they will also let it go?” You say, scoffing bitterly, “Everyone has seen me fighting you today, hero, all remember what I've done. The only route waiting for me is execution if I throw it all away now.” There's conviction in your voice, but hesitance in your gaze as he dares to place a hand over yours, over the sharpened, but old blade, the one he once gave you, “I hurt you, you hurt me. There's no going back from that.” 

You don't push him away, so he presses on with cautious hope in his breast, courage rekindled. He is so, so tired, but he'll be darned if he loses you a second time, he's come this far after all, “There isn't. But we can move forward from this, there's no need to let it go, but it's not too late to try and make things better either. Not yet anyway, I know you can't trust me after everything I've done to you, and I can't fully trust you after all you've done either, but I don't know about you, but I'm done with trying to hate you. I'm tired of letting those doubts turn into hate.”

Your grip tightens, suspicious as a fox in the face of a wolf, “And what makes you think I'm done hating you?”

“You wouldn't have let me keep speaking if you were.” He bites back, he doesn't have much time left until the rest of either of your companies arrive, “Come back with me, please.”

His tone is soft and kind, and something in your expression breaks, it is the conflict between loathing and grief and longing, all clashing spears and swords and none winning.

You let the blade go, and he doesn't waste any time holding you as you choke on a sob, doesn't mind the way one of your hands curls into a claw, cutting against his wounds. He's sure he's holding you a bit too tight too after all from the way you wheeze, but you don't push him away, and that's enough.

‘Finally.’

[aquillwieldingmagpie]

So.

Houseki no Kuni finally ended and I am the farthest thing from okay between being hit by Penacony and that practically back to back.

So to avoid dealing with my emotions about it because I have way too many assignments due and instead think of crossover possibilities that will probably never happen.

Like a meeting of Phos and Aventurine in the Nihility in between Phos' journey through space and time. Either with Phos' as themselves or as their new existence as a comet, brightening up his road as he makes his journey through Nihility, maybe as a pick me up if he ever loses sight of the destination. Or Ratio's day as he waits for Aventurine to make his way back, a dazzling, shining ray of light where all dreams in Penacony are artificial and carefully controlled, when there isn't any predictions for meteor showers or the like in the Penacony of reality, something beautiful that he can tell Aventurine about later after he comes back to him.

Or he'll tell him about this young person with a hair like jewels who told him that, if it's really important to him, no matter the pain of waiting or of things left unsaid or of anything truly changing, that he should wait anyway. They only meet once and he would have intended to wait anyway, but it's a nice reminder to have.

Who knows maybe I'll write that out one day.

[motogpnewbie]

Tik Tok decided to make me feel things today Pt1