#but it works!

[mira0000000-blog]

brainless doodling

[maxbegone]

(in/sp.)

[marsosims]

oasis spring's main drag :>

[asktheplaytimedefects]

can I give tiny a high five ✋

“Sure thing! Up top!”

[tosahobi-if]

??? Is living in a different world than me, my sense of smell is so bad I’m shocked when I DO smell something. Watch them catch my Mc having to all but shove a flower up their nose to get a bit of “oh that does smell nice.”

it's entirely possible to train your nose >_< the more you smell different things (like spices or flowers!) and practice naming and seeing if you can recognize notes in the outside world the more your brain will make the connections for you! ??? just has a natural talent for it.

[onejellyfishplease]

Good morning (for me at least, though I do hope you're having a good day), do you know how weird magenta is? Because (according to nix color sensor, who I think phrased it best) "Magenta is an extra-spectral color, meaning that it is not found in the visible spectrum of light. Rather, it is physiologically and psychologically perceived as the mixture of red and violet/blue light, with the absence of green."

Now alone that's pretty cool, but I think it's kinda funny that Mosquitello's magic stuff looks kinda magenta, when it's the absence of green.

Good morning Lamps!!

oh i love that take! that is facinating!

[sassykinzonline]

i caught it bad yesterday (the urge to be alone by killing you) you hit me with a call to your place (you chased me down across the globe and said crazy shit) aint been out in a while anyway (the bioterrorist child experimenting mad scientist i live with wont let me out unless to kill people) was hopin i could catch you throwing smiles in my face (this is true)

[achillesuwu]

My toxic traits is that I manage to inspire people to write fanfic for show I didn't even watch (Merlin) because I can't write it myself (as I did not watch the show)

[mrvelocipede]

After considerable bashing at charts, I’ve worked out how to do a horizontal repeat that can connect to a vertical repeat.

[sjweminem]

last year i developed an aversion to ever opening my blinds just due to depression and need to hide from the world, but lately i've wanted to break that habit so a while back i put mobius on my top shelf positioned like he's staring directly out the window directly across from it, and that way if i don't open my blinds i feel so bad bc then he has nothing to look at. i'm almost 30

[cooking-with-hailstones]

Amazing how spending an evening with the person I love most in the world for the first time in two weeks suddenly makes me feel things like... Joy and hope?? Crazy.

[belovedblabber]

I’m pretty proud of my ability to spiral lace myself into stays all on my own gang

[lemonyfrog]

Got another shelf for my dolls! I’ll be able to put more out after I get more stands, but my storage box doesn’t hold the majority of them anymore at least

[ant1quarian]

how are you going to keep up with all your stories?? I could never 😭

Haha! Fun little thing: I found a way to do it.

Which literally just includes me putting music on and going to the doc and typing. Sometimes I only type like three sentences before I go elsewhere, but I do get it done!

I do get burned out, but the good thing about having multiple stories is that I can procrastinate on three of them whilst also still being productive :]

Though, then again, the next Chapters for Collecting Feathers and A SOUL lot of problems are giving me headaches right now.

Anyhow, I'll find a way! As that dude said one time:

"This is how you do it: You sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard." - Neil Gaiman

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Short Story: Small Comforts

Written while on a road trip vacation for @partialdignity. Just because I can.

Being in fandom can be draining, yes, (especially FGO with its characterizations in specific places) but that doesn't mean the friends you make are any less worthwhile. So I hope you like this, Carim.

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It’s not everyday Vy finds Rem stressed. As much as they were fellow Masters in a Chaldea fighting for the sake of the world, it felt more common to find the blue-haired woman being the first among many to ask if Vy was doing alright, pressing a gentle hand to her forehead in the off-chance she had caught a fever. Heck, it felt odd to not find Rem in front of the crowd of motley Servants checking in once Vy wobbled once or twice. 

For Rem to be the one holding her own forehead, staring at documents (most definitely provided by Murasaki, bless the librarian) scattered about in front of her with what looked to be a growing migraine this time — well. Um. This was awkward.

Maybe it’s a good thing I brought in fruit tea, was the one thought Vy allowed herself in her shock before slowly tiptoeing past Rem’s bent-over form to put down her tray of goodies from Emiya. If the red Archer knew Rem would be in this particular state of mind today, it would explain his insistence in supervising Vy’s brewing of the tea and even placing freshly baked madeline cookies on the teapot’s side (“Cat made too many,” were his exact words) when sending her off. It took some effort to avoid the scattered papers Rem had around her, but Vy tried, tiptoeing the entire time when delivering her tray and rushing over to grab a chair and some blankets.

Rem didn’t even move when Vy carefully draped the blankets she found over her shoulders and the back of her seat, a soft, “Amiga,” being all Vy could hear once she plopped down in her own chair next to her. Past the short blue strands of hair, the lines on her face were palpable and hard to miss, making Vy’s heart ache as she leaned in close. “…You didn’t have to. It’s almost time for your daily nap.”

Vy raised a hand to rest it against Rem’s forearm, shaking her head before plopping it against her palm in the closest to a little bump she could provide to her fellow Master’s shoulder. “I wanted to.” The words, although weak to her own ears, were honest and truthful as she leaned against her fingers to alleviate the weight against Rem’s side. “I can take my daily nap later. Or just sleep early. Either/or works.”

Rem still made a frustrated noise, pressing her palm against her mouth and shaking her head. “I’m just tired, amiga,” and there’s definitely some frustration there, barely concealed by her fingers as she scratches at her chin. “I’ll be okay. You don’t have to stay if you have something else to do.”

“Even so, Chị Rem,” and Vy can feel Rem freeze at the nickname, “I want to stay. Even if I don’t know what’s going on in your head to make you look so frustrated and upset.” Despite feeling pins and needles run through her palm thanks to leaning her full head’s weight against it, Vy persists in the gesture, closing her eyes and exhaling softly. “Just because I don’t have the answers to what’s troubling you, it doesn’t mean I can’t be there for you. And I wanna be there. I mean that.” Something burns at the backs of her eyes, but the confession is just as genuine as the words she used to whisper to her parents before going to bed as she says, “Even if you’re tired and hurt, I still love you, Chị Rem. I always will. So I mean it when I say I wanna stay with you because I wanna help you be okay, even if being okay’s not gonna happen right now.”

“Healthy” doesn’t even matter anymore when “okay” is the least I can try to provide now.

Rem paused, inhaling sharply before her shoulders shake. The air seemed to be getting warmer even past the library’s air conditioning. “...Amiga…” There’s a soft choking noise. Vy chose to politely ignore it in favor of leaning closer into Rem’s side past her own hand. “You’re way too kind for your own good, y’know that?”

“Everyone tells me that,” Vy responds, and a note of vulnerability slips into her voice without meaning to as she shakes her head again. “But it’s just the least I can do because it’s you, Chị Rem. And I do love you, platonically and familially, very very much.” With one more breath, Vy felt her free left hand twitch. “So, um, my arm is starting to lose some circulation, and I hate breaking the moment, so… is it okay if I could hug you? It feels like you need one.”

What answered her was a noise caught between a laugh and a whimper as longer, bigger hands reached out for Vy’s own for extended warmth. “…Okay, hun,” Rem whispers above her hair, pressing her chin into the top of her head. “Hugs are just okay.” 

[duckiemimi]

the way i see it, if my writing looks and sounds good in comic sans and an exaggerated british accent, then i’m good.