#but also Rotating My Eyes

[cellgatinbo]

agent 18: so back to business, can I kill her (sunny) with your blessing? slime: no, man! no, you can't fucking kill her! listen- come over here, come over here. [...] slime: listen, man. maybe if you asked me, maybe if you asked me an hour and 20 minutes ago. but something happened, okay? something happened, alright. slime: i looked in her- in her sunny little eyes... i saw the universes in there. so no, you can't- you don't have my blessing to kill my fucking daughter, that's crazy. slime: however you DO have my blessing to kill badboyhalo. you have my full blessing to kill badboyhalo.

[squirtbagging]

hell naw man look at our teammates. were cooked

[thebrainrotsreal]

Based on that trending photo shoot I saw! Anyways successfully have killed art block with my bare hands, I stay winning. Nolan fans accept my offering <3

[liauditore]

smooshing together my interests like making two plushies kiss. some random nonsense under the cut (horror themes).

<RETRIEVED FILE. CODE: HCS7DO.>

DECKED OUT 1.0: The newest and only one of her kind! We have no idea how Tango managed it, but, and I don't say this lightly, she's the best we have. Equipped with the latest redstone technology and standing at a whopping 70 metres tall (Tango was always known for not being particularly subtle...), it's no wonder Tango and her are inseparable.

TANGO TEK: One of the greatest engineers I know. There's.. really no reason for him to be out in the caverns, but his heart seems to belong to piloting. There's no talking that guy down, if anything he seems to take any sign of doubt or worry as a challenge. I hope he knows guys around our age usually grew out of that sort of bravado half a decade ago, but who am I to stop him?

<END LOG>

<RETRIEVED AUDIO. CODE: HCS8DO.>

[shrill, sharp inhales are heard, piercing through the microphone.]

[???]: H-Hey! This is [INTELLIGIBLE]. Do you copy?! Do you copy?! We. We're in a situation o'er here! T-Tango, he--!

[An inhuman screech echoes from afar.]

[Heavy footsteps are heard, getting louder and louder]

[???]: [INTELLIGIBLE]

[???]: We need [INTELLIGIBLE] rescue, stat! Send everyone you can! We're deep down, at the-- [INTELLIGIBLE]! Please, it was the mech, it--!

[The audio abruptly cuts off]

~

Impulse finishes off the day the same way everyday. Review the paperwork, make sure all the mechs are fully powered off, lock up the compound, make tea, go to bed.

He's had the kettle for months now, yet it still feels brand new somehow. It lets out this high-pitched noise he can't stand and it takes so damn long. But he has no other option around these days.

He watches it boil, sitting on a dusty desk strewn with papers. Mostly business documents, most of those covered in scribbled drawings of future projects, a couple of handwritten recipes, an old sticky note from Bdubs that just read "HERE'S YOUR (crossed out) REDSTONE" that he found amusing and stuck to his desk, a birthday card with a cheesy message written inside signed off by "Your Rancher C:".

Impulse missed Tango.

He'd been missing for far too long.

[spaceratprodigy]

(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

Thinking about how Doorman is probably the reason that Francisco is so adamant in his dehumanization(?) of spirits and insistence that relying on them is a childish weakness to be outgrown.

And also how that precanon dynamic between their respective mentors has had an effect on both Isabel and Isaac as individuals plus (subsequently) Isaac’s overall view of Isabel.

Anyways. It’s like 1am as I make this, aka missing them hours apparently.

[sage-nebula]

Shooting stars burn bright and fast, and then they're gone.

Bill calls Mabel "Shooting Star."

Because of the first sweater we see her in? Yes.

Only because of the first sweater we see her in? . . . Doubtful.

Mabel is effervescent, a force of nature. In a recent YouTube interview, Alex Hirsch described her as extremely passionate, always moving so fast from idea to idea, from thing to thing. The reason why shooting stars glow is because of the speed at which they move through the atmosphere; shooting stars move at hypersonic speeds, and those speeds create friction between the gases of our atmosphere and the meteor itself. That friction creates an immense amount of heat and pressure around the meteor, which creates the flame and the glow that we see down below.

This description encapsulates Mabel. She feels every emotion with everything she has, and when she has a new idea or whim, she throws herself into it 100%, not pausing to give anything a chance to get in her way. She's fast, fierce, and bright; she captures the attention and hearts of everyone around her.

But here's the other thing about shooting stars: the heat that allows them to glow also destroys them. The vast majority of meteors turn to ash long before they ever have a chance of reaching Earth's surface. They dissolve before we ever feel them at all.

When you think about the pitch for season two where it would have opened with Dipper's future self coming back to try to change the past because his Mabel had died . . . when you think about how, in the season two that we did get, Bill was going to kill Mabel in the final Weirdmageddon episode, her shooting star symbol looming in his eye as he prepared to snap his fingers on the word "you" . . .

Shooting stars burn fast and bright, and then they're gone. It's interesting to think about how close that came to being true for Mabel -- how both the good and bad aspects of the shooting star imagery could come into play for her character and story arc.

[stuckinapril]

absolutely NOTHING like an eyelash curler and mascara to make a girl feel so put together even w 0 makeup on

[k00kiecrumbler]

I caved in...

gosh, I hate them so much , but they're fun to draw...( affectionate )

[transsongtaewon]

Scam calls 👍

[impossible-rat-babies]

[loriache]

kabru definitely IS human, like i dont doubt it for a second. i mean his parent isnt a fucking bee lmao it’s atavism or smth like milsiril suggests.

but there is such a big part of me that thinks about the parallels with the winged lion he has, his deep sense of alienation and fear of being a monster, and wants to explore what it would do to his psyche if he had to reckon with a monstrous origin or monstrous traits

there are so many options. made into a chimera… something wrt his origin…. personally im partial to some setup wherein he is the result of a demon wish in the vein of the winged lion offering to Give Marcille Children. the dungeon in utaya went through a lot of lords. it probably wasnt where he was born since his mum ran away from his dads family but you could finesse that part. it would evoke the succubus - incubus - demon connection and also explode his self image. also the demon totally would give you a child with a trait that isolated you from your support network

but like idk if this jives thematically….. i just don’t know….. but it’s a fun Imagination Palace. it would really put kabru in the torment nexus, but i think he could grow through it. laios would be So Jealous lmao

[catsinmugs]

akira and mariela on a dinner date (ooooooo!)

[ribbononline]

New fic by @silverjirachi out wahoo wahoo! Go support it!!

[averlym]

" just...come here. just sit here with me" (...that one scene from princess momonoke, click for better resolution)

[alchemania]

Snow White Dove, Blood Stained Wings.

(Or, the Traveler has a harrowing encounter which leaves her reeling.)

There is a shivering blob of white amongst the snow of Dragonspine, and as Lumine draws closer, jet black hair accented by hot pink stands out in sharp contrast.

Oh. That's a body.

“Hello?” the blonde called, kneeling down and ignoring how the cold bit into her legs. “Can you hear me?” No answer, so she shook the smaller person a little roughly, causing a pair of snow white wings to pop up and flitter rapidly as they jolted awake. Lumine screamed and leaned back, trying to avoid getting walloped in the face, and watched as the other person hissed and grabbed their right wing- now that the Traveler looked closer, it was moving oddly …was it broken? “Here, let me help you up. There's a church down in the city,” and strong hands lift the other person out of the snow - now that she can see the face, it seems to be another young lady, and her cheeks and nose are rosy from the chill.

“..thank you,” the girl manages, leaning all her weight on the Traveler. “You are too kind..”

It doesn't take too long to get to the church, taking the teleporters. The petite young lady is tucked into a bed and told to rest, and after ensuring she'll be alright, Lumine makes way to go.

“..it seems the rumors were true, you really will help just about anyone.. I wonder if one day, that will be your downfall..”

Lumine stopped in her tracks, looking to the inhabitant in the bed in her peripheral vision. She looked so small, the blankets covering her up about to her chin, but the room suddenly felt very, veryyyyy cold.

“..what do you mean by that,” she hears herself say, by some miracle.

“Oh…don't pay me any attention,” the raven haired girl placated, waving a hand weakly. “Simply thinking aloud..”.

“..who are you,” Lumine demanded, turning fully around to face the bed as her expression hardened.

“Does that matter..? Would you have left me alone on that mountain to die if you didn't like the answer?”

Silence.

“.. I don't mean you any harm, Traveler, or the people of Mondstadt, if that's what you're worried about," was the quiet reply after a long moment. "I swear it. But I'm aware you do not like the people I work with very much, and so I deemed it best to keep my mouth shut until you offered me assistance.”

“The folks you work with,” Lumine repeated almost dumbly, looking more and more rattled by the moment.

“You got one of my coworkers killed back in Inazuma. Does that ring any bells???”

Lumine can't breathe.

“You're a Harbinger?”

Rapidly, she goes down the list in her mind. Signora was dead, and she'd already met Arlecchino, so this had to be either Sandrone or Columbina.

“Which one?” she barely manages.

“The Damsel,” the girl replies easily, eyes finally opening - they're a beautiful magenta, almost mesmerizing. “Nice to meet you, Traveler. You don't have to be afraid. Like I said, I have no desire to harm you, or anyone here. It's a little disheartening to think you may have simply abandoned me if you knew who I was beforehand….. but at least that's not what happened, no? I don't know why you're so flustered, Master Childe speaks so highly of you -”

“He's NOT my friend!”

There go the wings again, slightly.

“.. we're not all horrible people, you know. Not all of us had a choice in this.”

Lumine thinks of the twins, and Freminet.

Columbina looks sad now, genuinely so.

“...Why can't you understand that?”

“Well, sorry for being a little on edge, considering some of your coworkers have tried to KILL me -”

“But I'm not them. I already said I have no interest in harming you. Do you think that I'm lying?”

Silence, painful.

“Perhaps if you stopped looking at us through your black and white lens, you'll see that we, and you, are much closer to grey than you'd like to admit -”

The door slams, the sound resounding. Lumine is gone.

Columbina closes her eyes, sighing.

“...well. You can't fault a girl for trying.”

She steeples her hands over her chest then, expression thoughtful. “The heart that forever bleeds will one day cease to beat. . I wonder if she will realize that before it's too late. I surely hope so.”

And the Harbinger slept.