#has nothing to do with spring

[nevver]

The First Day of Spring

[zilodak]

Really wish OCD didn't exist.

[sieglinde-freud]

oh im obsessed with this actually… who ever wrote this one i am kissing u on the forehead and hugging you real tight… inigo is such a loverboy im kkkhhhhhhijnsdnfng

[littlemoriflower]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

a flower blossoms for its own joy

- oscar wilde

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

[darkwood-sleddog]

me, a person working in a municipality every spring when after a winter of radio silence on dog issues there are now tons of extreme cases you have to deal with:

[triglycercule]

Thoughts on mtt

they should travel the multiverse together and see and experience a more peaceful life than all of them ever have (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

also they should get to gnaw at each other like rabies infected dogs 🧡🙏

[sleepypocketsock]

something must be wrong with you

[haloofsaturn]

i read solitaire ,,,,,,, omf

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #38: Ozai carries Azula to the physicians' wing

This has been done for A WHILE now, but I didn't post it because the past days have been chaotic and not just on a personal level. For one thing, I really wasn't eager to drop this when people were losing their shit massively over the liveaction and its recontextualization of Azula and Ozai's dynamics, I didn't look forward to releasing this just to be told that whatever I've done in my story is somehow wrong, sooooooooo... that held me back, for a few days.

Then? The AI-Tumblr deal started to be talked about and I may or may not have freaked out about that too. Sooo... this is the first glazed and nightshaded piece of my creation, as consequence. The original, clean and proper version is available in my Patreon. Is this me being a dick to Tumblr-only people? Unfortunately, it very much isn't, I'm not trying to say that if you want the best iterations of my art, you should pay me for it... this is squarely, entirely, at staff/the CEO's feet. Obviously, there's the insecure side of me that goes "what makes you think they'd steal YOUR art when there are so many better artists out there!" but ultimately? AI is about taking everything en masse. It isn't a matter of developing a criteria about who makes the better art... it's just taking EVERYTHING and trying to repurpose it in whatever twisted way it needs to. Therefore? I think my choice is more of a matter of caution than anything else. Once AI bullshit dies out (and I really hope it does), we may just return to the same level of quality across all my accounts. For now, it is what it is.

ANYWAY! Point is this artwork is very much what my Patrons happened to vote for this month, a very shocking scene where Ozai reacted in the least foreseen way to Azula being attacked. Azula's confusion/terror comes from a place of not knowing what to do and being powerless to stop her father even if she doesn't feel comfortable with his help... but for once, Ozai isn't making a dreadful choice that will only devastate his daughter. He's actually worried about her health... and feeling genuine guilt over what landed her in the situation where she was in danger in the first place. Yes. I like me my complex Ozai who finally learned actions have consequences. He bores me to death otherwise :') if anyone STILL doesn't know that this whole situation is Gladiator-specific, then I shall clarify fully: this is artwork based on my fic. It's about a story that has been developing these characters for ALMOST ELEVEN YEARS now. It has nothing to do with whatever's going on in canon or in the liveaction, the scene in question was written almost two years ago and the artwork proposed and voted for several days before the liveaction aired. Ergo: there is no connection between this and that. Nor am I saying through this piece that Ozai is a good father. He is not. He can still be an interesting character to work with on a narrative level anyway :')

Alright. With that out of the way, hope you guys like this piece! The big one I haven't posted is ALSO finished, also glazed and nightshaded, but I think I might just end up posting it on the 26th if I don't have time to do anything big for our eleventh anniversary... yep, I'm so busy I don't even have a huge project in mind this time. Also? I have a lot to write and I'm finally happily writing it, and I would like to continue doing that...

Anyway! If you would like to be part of the creative process behind this piece, as well as see it in its proper, OG, less color-bleeding clunky version? A $1 Patreon pledge gives you the chance to join in suggesting prompts, voting for them and reading Gladiator snippets 6 days before a new chapter is released!

[ghosttysleeps]

hey you know what?

time it casts a fucking spell on YOU

but you won’t for get ME

and hey guess what?

i know i could have loved you

BUT GUESS FUCKING WHAT?

YOU WOULD NOT LET ME!!!!!!

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan Dumb & Dumber

[spidermansballs]

got told to join lacrosse... why am i actually considering it

[lily-reverie]

❝ Phantom Night ★ Strikes Again !

Phantom Thief!Yoriko Furusawa x Fem!Reader

Phantom Night struck out once again, and you didn't even take a picture of it. Now if you don't get a picture of her next time, you will be fired!

But, at night, when you go to a near by coffee shop, a stranger oddly offers help.

Word count: 1375

꒰☕ — AU based on Yoriko's and Miyako's unit, Detective Versus. Yoriko is a Phantom Thief and you are a journalist. Mentions of Miyako and Kate (who are detectives) and Sanae (who is a cop) also Fuka is mentioned；

꒰🔎 — Neither Miyako's nor Yoriko's ages are mentioned. I imagined them a little bit older, but it's funny to imagine a 16 year old trying to stop a 17 year old to rob the museum… So, if it sounds funnier to you, then, do as you please!；

꒰☕ — PSDs: Aurora by @/radioexe & Paint The Roses Red by @/devotionne – Divider credit；

　　“The Phantom Night appeared at the city's Museum of Fine Arts, and planned to steal the Great Ruby Jewel that was being exhibited that day. Fortunately, Great Detective Miyako and her partner Detective Kate managed to stop her from doing so by piecing together the clues Phantom Night left in her letter. The Chief of the Police Department, Sanae Katagiri, confirms that the Great Ruby Jewel is now safely in the museum's vault, and that he is making sure that nothing else has been stolen.

　　 ‘It’s a miracle the detectives arrived in time,’ says the officer.”

　　 The TV turns off. Your boss simply turns the chair for you and the small group of people that was in her office, not making any effort to hide her mad expression from her face.

　　 “So, you are telling me,” she begins, calmly, “Phantom Night got to bypass the security of the Museum of Fine Arts, got chased by Great Detective Miyako, escaped, and NONE OF YOU TOOK ANY PHOTOS OF IT!?”

　　 As soon as her voice rose, you all shrank back into your chairs. It wasn't uncommon for your Boss to get mad, but raising her voice was enough for everyone in the building to feel afraid. You and the group of people in your room were all photographers for the town paper—or at least, you hoped you still were, since missing a news story from it would probably mean resignation for all of you.

　　 “If none of you can get a single picture the next time Phantom Night strikes, YOU'RE ALL OUT!” Everyone nodded quietly. “Now, leave my office!”

　　 Everyone quickly left the room, afraid of another scream from the Boss, including you.

　　 Phantom Night struck out once again, and you didn't even take a picture of it. You can't be blamed, actually – it is really hard to keep up with the Great Detective Miyako. Both her and Detective Kate are always on investigation, trying to solve the great mystery of who's Phantom Night and what does she really want to accomplish with all that thievery. Is she just a spoiled rich woman? Does she steal from the rich to give to the poor? Who knows!

　　 But, honestly, even if you knew the answer to this question, if you don't have a photo to accompany this article, you would probably still be fired. You're a photographer, after all…

　　 The question of where Phantom Night will strike next is always uncertain. Not even the police know it most of the time, so it's usually the Detective Duo's job to investigate and stop her before it's too late.

　　 For you or any of your colleagues to know the places, you'd have to either follow the detectives around or try to piece the clues together yourselves… And none of you had time for the last one.

　　 You sigh. Unless you try to run pretty fast next time to catch a decent enough picture, you should start looking for other jobs.

　　 After your shift, as the sun was setting, you decided to stop by a nearby coffee shop. Oftentimes you and your colleagues would eat there on the lunch breaks, but today you decided to go alone.

　　 It was already night when your order arrived at your table. You, sitting at one of the tables outside the café, looked at the few stars that could be seen in the city sky, praying silently that you could take a picture good enough to not get fired. Hell, even a little bit of the detective's intelligence would be enough! A single clue, a tiny hint, anything! You were willing to accept anyth—

　　 “Um… Excuse me…” A gentle voice asked, taking your attention, “may I sit with you? It seems like every other chair is taken in this Cafe…”

　　 You look around, noticing how quickly that coffee shop filled up.

　　 “Sure.”

　　 “Oh, thank you ma’am… You're very kind.”

　　 The woman not only places her cup of coffee on the table, but also a sketch book, a pencil and an eraser, before finally sitting down. She quickly opens her notebook, fixes her glasses and finally starts drawing in it, occasionally taking sips from her cup. You can't help but admire her work as she makes it, almost forgetting about your own cup.

　　 “You're sketching scenarios from the city?” you ask the moment you recognize the place on one of her drawings.

　　 “Oh? You have… An amazing eye, ma'am.”

　　 “And you have an amazing skill right there, miss!”

　　 She giggles at your compliment; a laugher so soft and sweet to hear, you couldn't help but smile too.

　　 “But, ah… Ma'am, may I ask you a question?” you nod before she continues. “Before seeing you smile, I couldn’t help but notice the frown on your face… Is the coffee that bad?”

　　 “Just thinking about work, nothing much…”

　　 “A pain shared is a pain halved… What hunts your thoughts so much?”

　　 You put your coffee down on the saucer and sigh before answering. “Is just that… If I don’t take a good photo by the next Phantom Night appearance, I will probably get fired…”

　　 The young woman seemed deep in thought for a while, before ripping a page of her own notebook and writing something in it; she quickly stood up, handing you the note before saying, “you won’t have to worry about that!”

　　 You pick the note to read — it was the address of the National Literature Museum that was located in the city alongside with a date and a time. Before you could ask what that meant, the young woman had already disappeared, and you were left alone with your thoughts.

　　 You have nothing to lose, really. Except for your job, but you had convinced yourself that one is long lost already. Days have passed, and you never encountered the woman again – that note was probably a way to encounter her again, right? Maybe she set up a job interview for you? Well, maybe then you wouldn't have to worry about your job anymore!

　　 Though, it is weird if she would work at the National Literature Museum, given the… Very little you knew about her.

　　 Nonetheless, You still arrived at the place, a little before the time written on the note, even. Unsurprisingly, ths National Literature Museum was closed.

　　 Shit, you curse to yourself. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here at all. Especially so late at night… Ugh! How stupid.

　　 Before you could turn around and go back, you see a figure emerging from the ceiling of the museum. The silhouette begins to take shape… Familiar, arguably, to everyone in the city. It was…

　　 “PHANTOM NIGHT!” Suddenly, you hear the voice of Chief Sanae on the megaphone. “Surrender now, and give back the original copy of Fuka Asano's famous novel!”

　　 Lights finally illuminate the figure, showing that it was who you thought it was. The Phantom Night doesn't answer, though; in fact, you get the slight impression that she is posing, using the lights as a spotlight – worse, it looks like she is posing in YOUR direction.

　　 Before you could even think of a single question for her actions, you quickly take your camera and take some pictures of the scene. You just COULDN'T lose your job, after all.

　　 The scene that unfolded next is a sequence of events familiar to the entire town: The Great Detective Duo Miyako and Kate appear, they race after Phantom Night with the police right behind them, and if the Phantom Night could really steal the original copy of the novel of if the Great Detective Duo can get it off her hands… Well, that you will probably know by the end of the night.

　　 As you were looking through your photos, however, you find the Phantom Night oddly familiar. As if… She looked just like the girl you encountered in the café days before.

　　 You can't help but smile to yourself, and suddenly there's a small, faint wish for you to meet with her again.

[stupendousfoxtrash]

The evolution of my sunburn. 😭

Note to self: bring several LITRES of sunscreen to the trailer if you don’t want to be a lobster (and increased risk of skin cancer) for the whole month of May.

[furshrimps]

She was yelling at neighbors making sounds outside on the stairs and causing Sammy to come back from the dead wake up from sleep and yell some too (just because, he didn't even know what was up).

As punishment she got a cease and desist order followed by belly rubs for relaxation.

[inertia-quotes]

dehradun days

you meet them for the first time,

knowing it's probably the last.

might as well make the most of this time,

since life comes at you fast.

you find the strangest of signals

in the no-network zones.

cross-tent communication with folks,

just rambling about the unknown.

there's the warmth of shared laughter,

that carries you through freezing nights,

and you look up at the flickering stars,

to finally see things in a different light.

and at 11,000 ft above sea level

you finally reach the peak,

just to realise the joy was in the journey,

and the friends you made that week.

you'll visit caves & splendid cafes,

and remember the city in mere parts,

but years later, you'll still tell everyone,

how dehradun captured your heart.