#anyways gonna wrap this up

[wrenthewrenbird]

I'd like to share one of my many Dandy's World OCS

This is my child, my son, my precious lil silly

Brutus! Hehehe. He, like Pebble, is a rock doggo! And yeah 😋

I have like 20 something Dandy's world ocs so I might show more of them in the future? But anyways, enjoy!

[commandertartarsmoocher]

How do you feel about O.R.C.A and Order?

Very interesting question you got there!

About O.R.C.A.:

I actually feel pretty neutral about it. The lil bits and pieces we got surrounding the lore of Alterna was pretty neat! But yeah, I got lil to no attachment to O.R.C.A. partially because of their rather passive and neutral personality and role in the story.

About Order/Overlorder/Smollusk:

haha funnee babbu!

Okay, for a more serious answer: I was pretty lukewarm about this guy at first but over time I grew to appreciate it more and more to the point of loving it! Just a silly lil goober representing the fear of uncertainty the future holds..

Incredibly biased too due to the many parallels it has to Commander Tartar...

[starryluminary]

You Matter To Me

Sara Bareilles (ft. Jason Mraz)

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◃◃ II ▹▹

Noah and Cody have a quick chat.

Cody really didn't expect to like Noah as much as he does. He also didn't expect Noah to make him this happy. That's why it hurts when he realizes Noah's better off without him. Without his baggage, without his adversity, without his mess. Man what a mess it is. He wouldn't blame Noah in the least if he thought it was too much to handle and left without looking back.

Fortunately, Cody matters too much to Noah to let him go so easily. Cody couldn't be more grateful. Maybe one day he'll learn to tell him.

[licorishh]

ok another thing i will never understand is WHY rex and ahsoka split up. like i hear all the time the excuse is "blah blah blah it's not safe for them to stay together" okay?? it's not safe for them to be out and about doing anything at all anyway???? she's a former jedi and he's a dadgum clone trooper ?? that's like ??? top two most recognizable and dangerous things to be at this time in canon ???? if it had only been one of them escaping the tribunal they would not have made it. they are so blatantly stronger and safer together

and yes i know they Had To or whatever because by the time of rebels it's made clear they haven't seen each other in a long dadgum time, but just---WHY??? that is so ooc after everything that happened, the way their dynamic changed through o66, and the types of people they are by their very natures. i cannot quite even

like why in the fresh crap when ahsoka decides to get back in the fight and everything does she contact bail frickin' organa and not her dadgum self-proclaimed best friend who she knows is out there finding and helping her family??? just????? huh??????? 😭😭😭

[red-moon-at-night]

The Heart wants what it wants.

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[un-till-the-end]

so I've always been convinced Till survives, but I am nervous that Mizi won't realize Till is alive and he'll get left behind 😭 Mizi will escape with the rebellion with Luka in tow, and Till will be the only Alien Stage participant still with the segyein. if Vivimeng really wants to heap the trauma onto him...

but after putting together my post(s) with all the evidence that Till is alive, I realize there's a good chance this is true, due to the first official art released for ALNST Friday immediately after Round 7's release:

this always came across to me like Till is in a dream. the overly bright lighting and pastel colors of Anakt Garden. there's no sign of stress or trauma, including his ever-present eyebags. we know from the experiments performed on Till that the red tubing on Till's left side is an IV line

we know from the experiments performed on Till that the red tubing on Till's left side is an IV line

it doesn't seem likely that the rebellion would cattle tag Till's left ear...

but the segyein would, who view Till as nothing but an animal. the RH+A written on it is Till's blood type, and the number: 010525 is Till's id number by Anakt:

we can infer Till is wearing a hospital gown by the loosely secured strap, and the background, of course, is Anakt Garden, complete with it's artificial four walls

there's speculation Till is receiving a blood transfusion from Hyuna who shares his blood type, and now that Hyuna's dead on stage...

there's also the name of his post-"death" comic, "Traces", which can be defined as left behind. and then there's his Drowning Bloom illustration where he's collared and chained.

the collar and leash is here too, when he's trying to follow behind Mizi-

which acts as a visual illustration of his song: Unknown (Till the End...)

and then there's this...

Is this why Vivimeng has kept everyone in suspense for months giving hope that Till's alive??

[aaaawic]

in celebration of whatever the fucks going on with Show Me How To Dance Forever Dot Com, heres a vessel digital painting i did back in september of last year

[macdenlover]

feeling so nauseous thinking about how the crossover means all these strangers perceiving my little evil middle aged babies from my niche indie underground longest running live action legacy sitcom

[blindmagdalena]

Homelander & Yulia "Empress" Bellam. art for my planned homelander x oc fic, The Hand You Wanna Hold is a Weapon. 🖤 ( art by Toyryla )

[cattewife]

coming out

a(nother) h/ual/ian modern au snz fic

fandom: m/xtx t/gcf rating: T word count: 2300 contains: allergic! h/ua c/heng & fet!x/ie l/ian sneezing in (kind of?) public outsider OC (nonfet) pov

Plagued by work meetings while the pollen count is still high, H/ua C/heng decides he's had enough.

<< read it on ao3 HERE >>

[ pls do not reblog to non-snz/kink blogs ]

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

GUYS!!! Y"ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!! once again tidbit tuesday has accidently turned into pretty much a full fic but y'know what? the more the merrier AUGH ENJOY!!

"Hullo?" Johnny pushes the screen door open without knockin', sticks his head in through the door.

"Well, hello back atcha." Soda's layin' flat on his stomach on the carpet, socked feet kickin' idly in the air 'n a card game nonsensical to everyone but him laid out in front of him. He flips over onto his back, sits up, frowns at the cards 'n moves two of 'em around.

"Darry or Pone home?" Johnny toes his converse off at the door, swiped for him compliments of Two, 'n lays 'em neatly next to the door, grabbin' a pair of Soda's he'd kicked off wildly 'n layin' 'em side by side.

"Wow, 'n what am I Johnnycakes? Chopped liver?" Soda cracks a grin, beams a pillow that'd been layin' nearby on the floor at his head.

"Aw, man. I didn't mean it like that." He deftly ducks, grabs it from where it lands in the kitchen 'n punts it back. Darry always swore one day they were gonna go to chuck a pillow 'n it was gonna explode 'n they better not even think to ask Darry to help them clean it up.

Soda catches it, goes to throw it back, finds a hole in the edge 'n thinks better of it. He shoots Johnny a wink 'n plops it down right in front where the next person'll be sure to grab it, poppin' to his feet, card game forgotten. "Ya need somethin', Johnny?"

"Not really. Don't worry 'bout it, Soda." His stomach growls 'n he ducks his head, decidedly avoidin' Soda's prodin' stare.

"Well, while you're here you might as well stay 'n keep me company. Dar's got me on house arrest." Soda musses up Johnny's hair as he crosses into the kitchen, pops the icebox open 'n peers inside.

Johnny rocks back 'n forth on the balls of his feet, worries at his lip 'n watches Soda. He can sense him pullin' his old tricks, makin' one of 'em do somethin' on the preface of helpin' him when he knew it was the other way 'round. "I don't wanna bug ya-"

"You can make it up to me by eatin' these leftover sweet potatoes 'n tellin' Dar I finished them." He fishes them outta the fridge 'n tosses the container to Johnny.

"Since when didya stop likin' sweet potatoes?" Johnny cocks an eyebrow but follows him in the kitchen, movin' from cabinet to cabinet to pull out glasses 'n plates 'n forks.

"Since forever. Johnny, your memory's goin' in your old age." Soda presses the container of casserole he's pullin' out to his chest solemnly.

"Aw, hush. You're older'n me Soda." Soda pauses thoughtfully, taps a finger to his chin.

"Huh. Didn't thinka that."

"Maybe you oughta be worried about your memory, man." Johnny plunks down a plate 'n Soda howls, reachin' over to snap him up by the shoulder 'n fold him into his side.

"Damn, you're too quick for your own good." Soda hollers 'n jabs Johnny in the side 'n Johnny tries real hard to hide the wince. He really really does. But here's the thing with Soda. There ain't much he misses.

The smile drops straight off his face. Eyes darkenin'. 'N Soda's got that kinda eyes that can do that. Be all laughin' 'n grinnin' one moment 'n then pickin' you right apart the next. "Y'good, Johnny?"

"Yeah, man. I'm all good. Don't worry about it." He twists away from Soda, or at least he tries to, but now Soda's holdin' right onto him, hand wrapped good 'n tight around his bicep.

"Then you don't mind provin' it? Do ya?" 'N it's not a question. Not really.

'N here's the thing. Johnny don't really like to talk about it. Don't like to pretend he's anythin' but fine. 'Cause people ain't ever normal about it. Even when they think they are. There's always a look. An odd word. It can make a person real sick. Always feelin' like people pity you.

But this ain't just anyone. It's Soda. 'N Johnny knows he just cares. His fingers find the edge of his shirt, lift it up just along his ribs where they're painted dark with bruises like fingers stained with blackberry juice in the fall.

Soda doesn't say anythin'. Doesn't hiss in realization or understandin'. Just presses the back of his hand to the spot 'n frowns lightly when he feels heat there. He pulls away 'n Johnny drops his shirt back down.

"Anythin' new?" He lets Johnny go, turns around to break off some of the built-up ice from the fridge.

"Naw. Same old, same old." Soda nods, keeps his back to Johnny 'n he can tell his turnin' somethin' around in his mind.

"Would ya tell me if there was? Somethin' different?" He reaches over to snatch one of the kitchen towels, wraps the ice up in it, hands the whole bundle out.

'N for a moment Johnny doesn't move at all. 'Cause Soda don't look... anythin'. Just... Soda. 'N that doesn't make much sense. But it's the best he can put it.

'Cause when Darry 'n Dallas found new bruises 'n cuts 'n whatever the hell else his da could do to him there was always anger there. Not to him. God, never at him. But it was like they couldn't help themselves. Couldn't help the righteous rage that built right up in them.

'N Pony always looked at him. But Pony couldn't get it. God, Mr. 'n Mrs. C had been real good to their kids. 'N so had Dar. After, well, everythin'. He had always been a lil' horrified by violence 'n hate. 'N Johnny sorely hoped he always would be.

It made Two uncomfortable. Steve restless. He'd seen it all. 'N he knew they all just cared. He knew. But it never made it any easier.

But Soda ain't doin' none of that. He's just lookin' down at Johnny patiently, wide, dark eyes he got from their daddy blinkin' down at him, olive branch in the form of a meltin' towel of ice in his hands. Like he don't see him any different.

"Johnnycakes?" He tilts his head to the side, offers him the towel 'n this time he takes it.

"Yeah?" 'N He promises them all things all the time. I won't go home tonight. I ain't gonna get myself hurt. I'd tell ya if I did.

"You'd tell someone if it was different. Right?" But this one feels... manageable. A start.

"Sure, Soda. Yeah. I will." He takes the ice, presses it against his ribs 'n Soda watches him a moment more, ruffles his hair. Drops the casserole on the table 'n deals out a healthy portion to Johnny with a conspiratorial grin.

"Good. Now help me finish these potatoes before Dar gets home 'n makes me sit here all night until they're gone." 'N that's that.

[graham--folger]

if anyone’s curious about my current ddba thoughts i have been slightly concerned about the pacing the last couple weeks but this week’s ep cemented those fears. what do you mean you exposition dumped muse’s backstory and killed him off within fifteen minutes. what was that. we’ve had him for two episodes

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

Shoutout to Long Face by the Vampire Lestat for being an actual real song that actually made it onto my top 100 songs this year btw. Do you think Lestat will make one of those little "thank you fans" videos to thank all of us who streamed his music?

[gotlostinit]

i know everyone's talking about the pitbull instrumental but ngl everytime 'snow on the beach' starts playing i remember colin getting out the carriage to go interrupt the pen-debling dance and get a little bit giddy