#and whats this i hear about gifts? what is the legend of the tumblr crabs?

[borbology]

I posted 339 times in 2022

That's 339 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (35%)

222 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@starlytenight

@das-a-kirby-blog

@borbology

@tibli

@the-cactus-taco

I tagged 280 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#meta knight - 125 posts

#kirby - 121 posts

#not my art - 83 posts

#dedede - 21 posts

#king dedede - 21 posts

#dark meta knight - 15 posts

#kirby anime - 14 posts

#stupid idea - 12 posts

#blade knight - 12 posts

#prompt - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#rather than traumatizing you by doing some horror movie stuff he's just like 'hey remember that time you peed yourself in 3rd grade?'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

OUUGH HAMPTER

I also have two mini comics in production lol

Fun things about Frito. She calls Meta Knight "sword father" and for a while was certain that Kirby was actually just a big pink orb being navigated by a hamster inside.

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223 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

#4

sometimes he likes to chill too

(edit: he is reading "the book of three" by lloyd alexander ☺)

243 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

More shenanigans

I spent way longer on this than I should have 🙃 As always, click for better resolution.

And no worries, Frito's little sword is made only of popsicle sticks -- it can't hurt her (she might chew it, though)

EDIT! haha nobody could decipher it! Blade is actually saying "hold on is she really!?" and "ah she got the sword!" (followed by actual crying). Indeed they have been waiting for this moment ever since they made her that little sword ◕‿◕

317 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#2

guys i can't believe i made the hamster an oc ;_; she has lore now

340 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Does anyone have an idea on what this area↓ in Meta Knight's room is? (I may or may not be working on a map :x)

Also I can't find another view of this wall -- what is that, a cuckoo clock?? ↓

🤔

501 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

Huh. Neat.

Thank you to everybody who showed your support!

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[fagsex]

Blossom?

Blossom- tell me how you've grownLife's always been weird for me. I grew up with my mom at an office and my dad working on a shrimp boat in Florida. I grew up with mint chocolate taffy from my mom's boss and living blue crabs from the ocean. I grew up playing at daycare, my friends approval my only meaning. I grew up reading chapter books by kindergarten and finishing Harry Potter by the end of second grade. I grew up dramatic, assuming I was dying when my body was covered in fire ants. I grew up fighting, verbally at first, then physically. I fought verbally with early elementary school librarians and teachers who saw me as nothing more than a problematic book worm. I fought physically with people who had mockingly called my friends special and bullies that hurt people I didn't even know. I grew up fighting. I moved in third grade to a completely different city and thought my life was over. I hate everything. I made a friend there. I made enemies, ones sticking with me to this day. I may have made enemies quick, but I could make acquaintances quicker. I wanted a fresh start. No more fighting. Instead, I wrote. I wrote ten pages about a rock named Nymphadora. I wrote essays out of a paragraph. I wrote 30 pages of fanfiction when I was in 4th grade, and I hardly scrapped the top. I had barely anyone. I had my friends, but I always felt I was bothering them. So I wrote. I read. I never went to recess. I was That Kid. I actually sprained my ankle and was on crutches for a week running away from the playground and to the library. I hated maths, every bit of it, but I still was the only one with a perfect hundred on the end of the year tests in elementary. In fourth grade, something new sparked my interest. Mythology. I learned everything I could about it. I scored my mother's thick books explaining Zeus's affairs, a slim book on the shelf explaining the religion of Odin, smaller books meant for kids about Hades and Posideon and Apollo and as much as I read, it was never enough. My mom was overjoyed. I think I took it too seriously at that age. I prayed to Aphrodite for love, and found myself overcome with it, too many people, I had become hurt and started hurting others, but not on purpose. I found myself begging at the night sky to Artemis for her forgiveness. I wanted to quit love. I was sick of it. But more love came. I always assumed it was a sick curse. My fault. I genuinely thought I was a child of Poseidon until roughly eleven. Even still, I go to the beach, and find myself whispering paternal phrases to the sea foam. I sat in my garden, watching the ants crawl along my leg, but never biting me, as I whispered love to Demeter and Persephone. I would look in the eyes of the fire and graze it, just to see how it felt, with the fire bearers of legend and Hestia in my mind, never burning. Occasionally, I'd build robots in gifted class, thinking of the works of Hephaetus, receiving top notch grades each time. I can recall pleading to Athena for my focus during tests, especially end of year ones. I'd sit at camp with sunglasses on, looking to the sky, and laughing with Apollo. I would go to parties and hope Dionysus would grant me spirit. Everything I did, I thought of the greek gods. Even now, when I hear thunder, my mom always asks me what I did to cause it. When I entered middle school, I told myself that my love for them was childish, and tried to stop. But I still found Ares in my mind as I kicked some homophobe in the shin. I could feel Hermes in my heart as I made jokes in class. I felt a spirit of Nike in Model UN. I was everything but the form of Hades as I looked a man dead in the eye and let him know that he would pay. And when I started discovering my gender and sexuality, I would sit in my room and talk to Iris and Apollo, pleading for answers and help. My life was filled with nothing but Greek Gods. I entered a relationship in January 2017 with a girl I thought I loved. I didn't. She was terrible. Pressured me into things I didn't want to do. Guilt tripped me into lies and pain. Forced me to do things. I felt nothing but hurt in my heart and assumed that was love. I always thought that that pain in my heart everytime I talked to someone I had liked that hated me was love. That every time some stupid boy who had told me to shut up and be nicer was love. I felt pain and smiled, because I thought I was loved. I eventually figured pain from happiness and finally found myself breaking it with her. I felt overjoyed. I felt ecstatic. After I broke it with her, I left school for a few days for my sister's birthday. I cam back on maybe a Wednesday, and I found people that I thought loved me calling me a whore and slut. She couldn't see what she did to hurt me and tried so hard to be my friend. She still suicide baits every Saturday or so and wants to come to my house too often. I've finally gotten around to blocking her. Then, in late November, I got tumblr mobile to make everything easier. Including chatting and reblogging. I started making friends. I started smiling more. I felt love. Real love. I met my soulmate, or at least that's what we think we are, around early December and hit it off immediately. But all too soon, we were seperated, and I had never felt so hurt and lonely in my life. My Christmas was spent looking at cheesy Hallmark romcoms and being jealous. I felt hatred towards myself. I tried giving up on love, and on him. It didn't work. My dreams betrayed me and they were filled with him. Every little thing was a sharp reminder that I was a known 'heartbreaker', but only had love for one person that I thought would never love me back. Until he told me he did. And I cried. Becuase I thought it was another dream. It wasn't. It isn't. Life has been filled with rough love for me, and I've tried my life trying to escape it. But I realised I never wanted to run from love. I wanted to run from pain. Every day passes and I fall more in love. Every day passes and I want to run into his arms more. Every day passes and I feel stronger. Every day I love life and I love love. I love someone. I love so many people, platonic, romantic, doesn't matter. I've found the ability to love again, and not just in a maternal way to hordes of children at camps and schools and play rehearsals alike. I've found the ability to love for me. I love people because I want to. Because I want to my life with them. I think I've grown quite a bit, at least in my eyes. Love has grown for me. I used to think love had a reason, but it doesn't. You can't pinpoint love. Love is blind. I think that's how I've grown, what do you think?