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[cleanfreaktisha]

Knockknockknockknockknock. "Tiiiisha. Tiiiiiiiiiisha. Open up!" Lord. This again. -@theoneandonlyshrimpo

Oh! Shrimpo!

*Tisha happily bounces over to her door, and opens it for Shrimpo*

How are you? It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you! Hehe!

〔Sight Back! 6/10〕

[jackie-mae]

wahhhhhhhhhh gnawing on your art and the fic you wrote i love thisssssssssssssssssssssss for the nillamilk hat bound au such an amazing concept! annnnnnnd your attention to detail, like how pv has to hold the papers up to the staff and cant actually read them on his own, and how hes always got his actual eyes open when looking at his hat/shadow milk, for that genuine eye contact ahhhhhhh simply amazing, i adore this so so much your amazing wahhhhhh so excited to see what more you do, id love to see pv and dark cacao interact based on the hair too perhaps, since of course dc has had to deal with long hair for a long time too, but theres no pressure there truly! anything you do is wonderful, thank you so much for bringing this to life def wanna commission you one day tho yeye :3

EHehehehehe thank you ;3c! I love doing small details like that so so much especially what Nilla does with his staff

And of course you can have some Dark Cacao interaction! Those two were rattling in my head before a certain clown jumped in from some open window

Here you can see the closest PV's ever gotten to getting chucked into the Licorice Sea!

[kedreeva]

Silly question but how would you rate different gamebird chicks on a scale of "no brain cells, head empty" to "wait! I think I just saw a thought happen?!"?

You've mentioned before that turkey poults have the survival instinct of a chicken nugget, and I've raised coturnix chicks before which are like...death seeking missiles. Are other gamebird chicks as dumb? Are any recognisably better suited to not immediately kamikaze-ing into the nearest water fountain/single square millimetre of loose tape/one cold spot they can find in the brooder?

Peafowl chicks rate the highest. I know I talk a lot of shit about them, but outside of not eating unless shown the food (which IS a valid survival behavior, for avoiding toxic things in their native environment), they're not prone to doing anything actively stupid. They have great eye sight, they tend to look before they leap (and can fly if they do get into trouble). They have a sense of time ("bedtime" is a concept they have! Every hand raised baby I've ever had has had a strict idea of when they think it's time to go to bed and will scream at me until I agree). They will return themselves to the heat when it's time, I've never had one fail to do this or start screaming because they're on the cold side of the brooder and don't know how to move 1 foot to the left to get warm. I've never had one drown in the water dish even though they get a bowl or are raised outside with a pond/big water bowl. They can coexist with just about any other bird, which is great because their only flaw is they need to be shown food for the first few weeks, and adding something like a chicken will cause the chicken to show them where to eat. And because peafowl are large, all the other babies will follow them around for everything else. For creatures who grew up in an environment where very little (predator wise) can kill them, they're surprisingly adapted to not dying in really stupid ways in captivity. They ARE fragile in other ways (pick up parasites easily), but that's not a matter of stupidity.

Coturnix are so far the worst, and I am including Turkeys in this metric. Turkeys are at least hardy in a brooder setup, even if they are very stupid outside with mom. Coturnix on the other hand have to have a tiny lip to their water dish so they don't get into it and drown or chill (and they still do their level best to get into it, even with the tiny lip where they can barely reach the water, I sometimes check on them and find one Mystery Sopping Wet.... how..... and why...... and also HOW). I have watched one grab a drink of water, throw its head back to swallow, choke, and die immediately. There is NOTHING you can do for them if they fail at drinking water, by the way. If you pick them up too soon after they drink, or any other time, there's a non-zero chance that they immediately panic-vomit any water in their system, choke on it, and suffocate/die instantly so you have to be careful about handling them while they're doing their very best to make that as difficult as possible (and this lovely trait persists into adulthood). They cannot have access to anything they can get caught in/under, I have to put barriers in their cage and not give them a cold spot in the brooder until they're a few days old because they will CHARGE to it and sit there until they die screaming about how cold they are while 1 foot away from the heat. They still throw themselves at this barrier because they can see through a 1mm gap to either side that cold death awaits them with open arms and they desire it so badly. It's why they always look like this:

If you have them standing on your hand they WILL just walk off - nay, run full tilt off - without regard for if there is anything below them to fall ONTO, and they are fully capable of beaning themselves so hard upon impact that they die. I had to find a stuffie that was very light and a stuffie that was very heavy, because a medium weight is just light enough for them to shove themselves into the shavings beneath it and suffocate because they can't get out again, and they will also actively seek to do this. They have to have a solid-sided brooder because if they can stick their head through a gap a) they can probably get out of it if it's just a little bigger than their head and b) they will get stuck in it and break their necks if it's just a little too small.

The vast majority, 99% of them, are extremely easy to raise, and doing a minimal amount of guardianship in their brooder will protect them from themselves, but they do have a deep and abiding desire to be dead, I think, and there will be some you cannot save from themselves. No other game birds/fowl I've raised are like this- not peafowl, not turkeys, not pheasants, not chickens, not bobwhite quail, not even guinea keets... the closest would be button quail and even they are not death-seeking missiles until they're a bit older.

[turboducks]

bro im playing dual destinies for the first time and it was so fun to play as phoenix again but. my god it felt strange to have an unconditional hype woman at my side (athena cykes) instead of a rude teenager (maya fey)

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

the contents of my trinket shelf

[zhukzucraft]

You are now Joe Hills

Joe: Howdy, y'all! This is Joe Hills, live from Double Life² SMP

Joe: I'm standing here by my lonesome 'cause most of the folks are scampering into that Great Big Hole on the horizon

Joe: Can't say I blame them

Joe: And over here we've got some mob murder happening. Oh the humanity!

Joe: Now here's a man on a mission if I've ever seen one. He sure seems to know what he's doing!

Joe: Meanwhile our fellow newbie is doing some good old tree punchin' right at spawn

Joe: Hope that's not a faux pas

Joe: With so many roads to take, how is a regular lil' guy like me supposed to decide? But decide I must, and soon

=> Joe: Follow Etho

Start Over -- Go Back

The time for suggesting the course of action is over! An update is being worked on, and the old post finish will now be hidden under a readmore

What will you do?

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This is where action suggestions come in!

If you want to suggest what Joe Hills should do next, please put it in the replies! After 3 days I will collect all the suggestions and choose one or more to base the next update on!

And remember: soulmates are getting assigned soon~

[ew-selfish-art]

DPxDC Au: Normally when Danny vandalizes ancient cave walls and historic places on his 'favor' missions for Clockwork, he gets sent back to erase them. But no, apparently this time, when Danny added his actual phone number into some painting, he's not allowed to go back and fix it. Ugh.

...

Tim has had the painting of Bruce professionally reviewed a few times since the old Bat was retrieved from the time stream. He's not entirely sure how the painting still exists, he's not even sure that it matters any more... But one day Tim catches something new in the painting.

It was small, and it could've just been the light at first but... Is that a phone number in the background?? It looks like black marker on the black curtains and it makes him feel feral. The family is kinder this time about how they think he's gone crazy- but each one of them admit that they can't remember a phone number ever being present.

The lab reports that the number was added over the paint- and that it's an ink based marking akin to a sharpie but like, hundreds of years old. So... It's been added recently but not at all recently enough for Tim to have an explanation.

Tim doesn't want to hear any more of his family members opinions on the matter and he certainly isn't going to just, stop investigating or something stupid like that. So, he takes the painting to the tower, gathers his team (Cassie, Kon and Bart), and they call the number in the middle of the night after a lot of planning/back-and-forth/catastrophizing.

It doesn't answer until the final ring, and the static that comes through the phone is bone chilling. A deep, monstrous groan which echoed with agony fills the room.

"I have a math test in like, three hours, who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you calling in the middle of the night?" The voice now complains, still sounding vaguely inhuman despite it's very human word choices.

"Your number is in a historical painting, we had a few questions but uh, you can call us back later?" Tim cringes as he says it but he hadn't planned on having to reply to someone trying to go back to bed. Or someone who was apparently also a teenager. (He had so, so many contingency plans for like, every kind of villain, alien or demon. lame.)

"...Ugh. might as well." The voice calls out, agreeing with a sigh that echos so deeply the team can feel it in their bones.

"Cool. Good luck on your test?" Tim offers.

"Mph." And the line hangs up.

...

Danny is at lunch with Sam and Tucker when he remembers the late night call. He'd spent the morning bitching about never getting a full night of sleep and it finally occurred to him what had happened. Of course his friends think it's hilarious that CW wouldn't let him erase his number. Of course they do.

They stop laughing when Danny calls the number back.

"Hello, this is Red Robin of Gotham. I have Superboy, Wonder girl and Impulse present with me. How did your math test go?"

[undead-cypress]

SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 3 THE ANSWER

Turn around, bright eyes

[cleanfreaktisha]

“Haaaaaaaah, where am I again?”

*The eightball couldn’t help but whisper to herself as her eyes darts around nervously. Her eyes couldn’t help but widened as they land on Tisha once she spotted her.*

“O-OH MY—TISHA WHAT HAPPENED?”

*The eightball shouts, rushing over instantly to check on her. She didn’t remember Tisha looking like this last time she saw her.*

@overlyluckykiddo

Toodles? Is that you?

I’m sorry about my… current appearance…

I had a nasty experience with Vee…

*Tisha looked around, trying to place the direction where she heard Toodles’ voice*

[jackie-mae]

i keep misreading hatsmilkau as hatsunemilku and now i just have this vague idea of shadow milk with clipped on hatsune miku pigtails. i love this. thank you

For better or for worse, that was the reason I ended up keeping it tagged like that lmao

[kingkatsuki]

Imagine Dynamight going to a school to be interviewed by the little children there, sitting down in one of the chairs in their classroom that is far too small for his hulking form but he sits down in it without complaint as the kids sit down in front of him with crossed legs.

And he loves it, because they have no filter— just like him, and they end up asking him the most blunt questions without hesitation. And some of the questions he’d never usually answer if they were coming from broadcasters or reporters, but he can’t lie to these kids so he keeps responding openly and honestly.

Even when one of the little girls asks “Mister Dynamight, do you have a girlfriend?”

It’s a rumour that’s been circulating for months as the media try to work out who the mysterious woman is in his life (if there even is one!) and it’s confirmed immediately when Bakugou answers with a, “Yeah, I do.”

And as his PR manager is having a meltdown in the corner, Bakugou’s grin is wide when the little boys in the room sound out a simultaneous chorus of “ewwwwwww”

[galacticghoste]

What was the Shadamy wedding like?

They are definitely having a Sakura theme wedding at night of course 🌸🌙

they make me so Sick Adghdshfgdstgfdgfdgmhfdtjhdzjjdhdkdgdjdhsjo

the beans are MARRIEDDDDDD💞

oh also i was watching some wedding videos as inspo and a few weddings that had ring bearers would change it to ring security and it seemed to be on brand for these two, so i just made it that instead. Also bc it sounds cool

Shadow chao is probably Maroons emotional support chao when he was lil bean since Shadow and Amy don't Marry till maroons around 4ish

I'm a go listen to This Day Aria now byeeee

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hey, hope you have a nice day.

I always see stories where the villain is the fancy one and the hero is broke. So I was wondering, what if we have a hero that was charismatic, well-spoken and absolutely majestic (they have lots of money thanks to their job) meanwhile the villain is absolutely broke, villainy doesn’t pay well enamoured with them.

Maybe there is some fluff with the hero treating the villain like a princess/prince, and the villain is absolutely flustered by that?

Hopefully the idea will be entertaining.

"Move your legs."

The hero looked up at their naked enemy and straightened their own posture. They leaned over the edge of the bathtub with their chest pressed against the porcelain. Their mouth curled into a smile.

"That doesn't sound very nice, now does it?"

If they had stretched out their arm, their fingertips could have brushed the villain's thigh. The villain stared at them with that familiar grim expression and the unsurprising blush. For a long time the hero had found it troublesome to interact with them. The villain had a very tough shell.

"Please."

"My, what a good guest you are," the hero purred. As response, they lifted one of their legs above the waterline and watched intensively as the villain tossed a towel to the side and set foot into the bathtub. They lowered themselves and the hero assumed the villain wasn't quite used to such temperatures, judging by their frown. Cute.

The hero welcomed the company. Welcomed it gravely.

As soon as they were sitting, the hero put their leg on the villain's shoulder. Despite the villain's intense blush, they didn't move the hero's leg.

"You don't have a bathtub, do you?" the hero asked. They stared at the bubbles of the bathwater absentmindedly and leaned back against the tub. They stretched out their other leg with their ankle finding a place right next to the villain's side.

"No, I don't," the villain said. Although their expression was typically grim, their face softened. The hero figured they did enjoy the hot water.

"You should use it as much as you can for as long as you are here, then," the hero said. They blinked slowly, tilted their head. For some reason, their eyes felt unbelievably heavy today. They'd fought a stomach ache all morning. "Do you like your bedroom?"

"Yeah. Do you mind me being here?" the villain asked.

"No, of course not - I invited you. Your living conditions were unbearable. As the hero of the city, I obviously had to save you." The hero looked at them. For some reason, they only realised now how broad the villain's shoulders were. So much muscle.

Their eyes met.

"You are upset, though," the villain said. The hero forced a smile.

"How could I ever be upset when you're this close to me?"

"Whenever there is something on your mind, you search for physical contact. Even if it's a fistfight," the villain said. "When you are scared, you reach for someone's arm, when you're sad, you lean against somebody."

The villain's eyes, although they were relaxed, looked utterly determined. They stared at the leg the hero had put on their shoulder and touched it, their own hot fingertips brushing against the now cooled skin.

"And you have been very touchy this week."

The hero looked away. "Sorry."

They pulled their leg back, ashamed that they hadn't quite respected the villain's boundaries yet again, but the villain grabbed the hero's leg gently.

"I'm not saying I dislike it when we touch, I am saying that I wonder why you are doing it." With their hands around the hero's calf, they guided their enemy's leg back onto their shoulder. "Me being here isn't causing you any problems, is it?"

The hero stared at them. The stomach ache was back.

"No, you're not troubling anyone here," the hero said quickly. They moved in the bathtub slightly and the villain put a hand on the hero's knee that was under the surface.

"Why are you upset, then?"

"Just a little stressed from work, I suppose," the hero said. Similar to the villain, they kept troubles to themselves. Didn't discuss it, tried to be the fun one, the show-off instead.

"Stressed, huh?" Now it was the villain's turn to stare at the bathwater. "So stressed that you walk around the house at night?"

The hero looked at them, their heart beating rather uncomfortably in their chest. Often, they were glad that the villain was observant. Other times, the hero wasn't sure if they liked to be hit where it hurt. As if the villain was touching a bruise that wanted to heal.

"Nightmares? Or are you unable to fall asleep?"

"...nightmares," the hero said. They leaned back again, staring at the ceiling above them. They couldn't look the villain in the eyes. They had brought the villain here to keep an eye on them. To offer them a better life for a little while.

They hadn't expected to be read like an open book.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Just enjoy the stay for a while."

The hero took in a deep breath, closed their eyes. They tried to calm down their racing heart.

"I can barely enjoy my stay when my dear host is drowning in sorrows."

The hero looked up. It was uncomfortable. Those conversations were unbearable and the hero wasn't made for it, they feared. They weren't made to expose themselves like that. To be raw and truthful. They weren't strong enough for such discussions.

"Did someone die?"

The hero continued to stare into the villain's eyes and in this very moment, they weren't sure if they liked or loathed the villain.

"Why?"

"Because whenever people die, you get overly enthusiastic, trying to cheer everybody up, only to be the one who spends days alone doing God knows what."

The hero stared. They feared they couldn't do much more than that. They were trapped here in this bathtub with the villain.

The hero looked away. It wasn't normal to be this bad at handling grief, was it? The hero managed to somehow bury the pain and put on fake smiles. Not ideal, they'd been told.

"Death anniversary is coming up, yeah."

"Family member?" the villain asked.

"Yeah, my first sidekick." They weren't related by blood, but the hero figured their enemy was already aware of that.

Both of them were silent, until the villain spoke again. Their voice was comforting. They looked soft.

"When are we going to the graveyard, then?" They moved their own leg so it would rest against the hero's hip.

The hero looked at them.

"We?"

"We."

The hero blinked. Once, twice.

"Is Monday alright?"

"Of course." And for some reason, after all those years, it was slowly getting a little easier.

[lucabyte]

So does anybody else ever think about how Loop felt the need to demonstrate that the party's deaths wouldn't have any effect on the loops. I know I do but that's besides the point. Anyway I don't think Loop actually needs to bathe, they just like to feel included.

[neoncholicnova]

hahaha what if we combined a time loop series with another time loop series. just kidding! ....unless...?

[seilnakyle]

Martha KANE Wayne dealing with a Nazi in the only appropriate way 😍 ☺️