#hopefully i'll continue this

[ansbobcar]

I had an epiphany crazy thought moment while waiting for my frozen mantou to steam.

I should do Mashle character theme songs (which I don't think make sense but my taste in music is literally either jpop, kpop, or some really old stuff. No inbetween so you gotta deal with it lolol.)

Will probably be like a part series or something because I can't think anymore.

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Finn Ames

Karma Chameleon by Culture Club

It's the... pre-chorus? Where he goes:

"I'm a man without conviction I'm a man who doesn't know How to sell a contradiction"

Literal chills. That's it. That's the post. This has been bugging me since yesterday HAAHAHAH.

Mash Burnedead

PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE MASH EVERY TIME HE FIGHTS SOMEONE AND FORGIVES THEM-

Lemon Irvine

Honestly, this and Excuse Me work pretty well for her. Both videos and their lyrics play into the delusional and the reality of the situation.

I'm so brain dead of thinking of more songs. I will continue it one day.

[humming-fly]

I've been really enjoying all the heart-wrenching and beautiful art episode 43 of malevolent has spawned, so to even things out here's even more monty python shitposts

Bonus:

[busymagpie]

✨️Varda✨️

[lazysunjade]

P E A C E |

[starwarjotta]

Day 6 - resolve the resolve to protect those you care about even against impossible odds

[vee-isaweirdartist]

DONE, I'm tired but oh well Some funfacts so I can FINALLY keep the story going tomorrow:

Sonic HATES as much as Knuckles the "King" Title, but, he's a least more respectfully towards the elderly under his Kingdom, since they're used to tradition.. He's the most courageous and fastest out of the kings, using most of his chaos energy on races and fighting off Eggman's hell spawn of invoked evil beings. He's married to Shadow, and it's currently the king with most Loners under his care.

Miles Prower, or, more so called Tails by his found family, is a Loner from far away Lands originally, he was bullied out of his hometown once he started giving signs of higher IQ than the rest, plus the two tails have brought dishonor to his family.. but, once he landed on Green Plains, Sonic's kingdom, The Blue ruler himself had a special interest in the little genius, soon enough, bringing a new chapter to his life as he trained his hidden strength and impressive intelligence for good!

[tales-of-snaktooth]

Welcome, Captain Seaside | Year 287 | Part 1

First (here) | Next

Workin on a comic! As the title says, this will revolve around Seaside's first meeting with the other three matriarchs.

The grump of the hour isn't here yet, but we do have these two bickering!

[azems-familiar]

"you would be wise to surrender."

"yeah, probably."

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Underland

Next

Ao3

Based loosely off of this:

Damian was a child like many others. He woke up every morning, got ready for the day, and met his teachers for their daily lessons, where he would learn important things about the world and his place in it. Eventually, like all children, he would forget much of what he was taught, but that didn't matter.

There were differences, of course, as there are between all children. For instance, where most children learn their time's tables and how to play a recorder, Damian learned sword fighting and how to disarm a bomb (blindfolded). While some children’s mothers teach their children to be polite to strangers, Damien’s mother taught her little prince how to crush those foolish enough to cross him, for he was not an average little boy. No, Damien was the son of a Demon, and as the son of a Demon, it was his job to rule with an iron fist. He had to be smarter, stronger, and more grown-up, lest he meets his untimely end. There was no time for the son of a Demon to make friends! Friends only made you weak and vulnerable to attacks from behind. Nor was there time for playing; time spent playing was time not spent learning to protect yourself after all.

Still, for as much as Damien was not like other kids, he was still very much so LIKE them, and as much as his mother tried to hammer in her lessons on self-sufficiency and emotional guardedness, he would sometimes disobey. See, there was a pit in the middle of his home, and sometimes when he was meant to be learning how to hide, he would slip into it a journey down, down into the land below, where everything was green and the people walked through the air as easy as breathing. And while it did not come naturally to the little prince, he made many friends down there, like the Ghost-writer, who would show him books of faraway lands and Undergrowth, who let him play in their garden for hours and hours, the deep green vines snaking around his ankles as he danced just out of their reach. His favorite, though, was not Ember or Skulker, or any of the other wonderful and strange denizens of the land, but the King himself, a young man who glowed like starlight and who's crown hung loose about his head. He too understood the pressures of a kingdom, and he would help the little prince whenever he could, be it with training, homework, or finding his way out of Walker’s prison.

The two were the best of friends until one day, Damien’s mother learned what he has been doing while he hid from her. She barred him from ever returning to the pit and the green land below, and warned him that if he did not listen, the pit would take him and he would never return. The little prince loved the land and his friends, but he was scared of never seeing his mother. Time passed, and as he grew, Damien began to forget the green land below. He began to believe that Phantom and Undergrowth and all the other people down there were little more than childhood dreams. Eventually, he left his mother’s home. No more the son of a Demon, now he was the son of a Bat. There was no longer pit at the center of his home. There was no longer a green land below.

So the story should have ended, and would have too, had the little prince’s brother not have come home one day with a boy. The boy, a young man with void black hair and a shirt that hung loose about him, was named Danny. Damien did not know him, but he knew Damien and soon, much that had been buried would come to the surface once again.

Part 2

[decarbry]

Yabureme 1-1

[messiergalaxy31]

day 8: mumbo jumbo

[b4kuch1n]

pre-holiday leave crumbs

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Shadowstruck: Chapter One

The room had too many shadows. They filled the corners of Mama’s sick room, where heavy velvet curtains blocked the noise of passing carriages. They stretched from her bedposts, from the doctor’s medicines and instruments sitting next to the kerosene lamp on her bedside table. Sometimes one looked alarmingly human-shaped, and Clara feared the worst, until she saw the faint flickering heartlight around Mama’s form.

Mama’s heartlight, usually a bright, cheerful yellow, had faded to the color of old paper, barely visible in that dim room. Clara’s heartlight, as always, matched it to a shade, which made her feel like she was dying, too.

In Clara’s twelve years of life, she could barely remember spending more than an hour away from her mother. Mama had been her playmate, her caretaker, her teacher, her greatest friend.

Clara held Mama’s hand between both of hers, trying to rub some warmth into the cold fingers. Suddenly, Mama’s heartlight flared like a camera bulb. Her eyes flew open and she clutched at Clara’s arms. “Jeff!” she cried, as if watching him drown. “Jeff!”

Dr. Chambers' nurse rushed from her shadowed corner to Mama’s bedside; her comforting lavender heartlight glowed faintly around Mama’s head as she tried to calm her. “Your husband is well, Mrs. Lynwood. You should rest.”

Mama pushed away the nurse’s hands. “Where’s Jeff? I must speak to him!”

Neither Clara nor the nurse could quiet her, so at last the nurse called for the shade.

The boy--who seemed to be a year or two younger than Clara--looked pale and harmless, but he gave Clara the shivers. Papa didn't keep any shades--had never let any in the house until the nurse insisted she needed the extra hands--so this one, casting a shadow instead of a heartlight, looked like an unnatural intruder in this civilized room.

The nurse ordered the shade to fetch Papa from the Senate. The moment he left the room, Mama fell back against the pillows, exhausted.

Clara shuddered as the boy's long, black shadow slithered down the hallway before him. “Papa won’t come with a shade,” she said.

“He’ll come for your mother,” the nurse replied.

And the nurse was right. Papa burst into the room minutes later, the black sash of his senatorial robe still waving behind him, his orange heartlight as strong and vibrant as he was.

Jefferson Lynwood looked nothing like a famed, formidable senator as he rushed to kneel beside his wife's bed.

“I’m here, Minna!” he said, taking her hand.

Mama’s heartlight was dimmer than Clara had ever seen it, but her eyes were wide open and her whisper was strong. “Promise me, Jeff. No matter what happens, promise me you will care for Clara.”

Papa cast a quizzical glance at Clara. Clara didn’t understand it any more than he did. She was much younger than her brothers, and Papa stayed busy with senatorial work, but he was still as fond a father as she could ask for.

“Of course I will, darling,” Papa soothed. “You’ve nothing to worry about.”

Mama gripped his shoulders and looked into his face. “No matter what happens,” she insisted. “Promise me you will care for her as your daughter.”

“I would never do anything less.”

“Swear it!”

“I swear it, Minna, on my own right hand.”

Mama fell back against her pillows, satisfied. She was asleep within moments.

Papa shared a look with Clara. “Do you understand it, Clara?” His mustache twitched. “Has she given you reason to think you’re not--”

“No. Never.”

Papa shook his head. “Probably raving. Chambers warned me that might happen, near the end.” Papa scowled back at the doorway. “Probably comes of being around shades. I told Chambers I didn’t want those creatures near her!”

Clara had heard all his lectures about the dangers of shades—how they were soulless, shadow-casting creatures who fed off the heartlights of humans. Shades looked human-shaped to Clara, and Mama urged her to treat them with respect, but she never argued with Papa. Right now, Clara wasn’t sure she wanted to. The doctor kept a few shades as house slaves like most people did; Clara hadn’t thought anything of it when he left one to assist the nurse, but what if they were what kept Mama from getting well? The doctor had said that he couldn’t understand why she was fading—she should easily have been able to easily overcome this cold.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, neither Clara nor Papa left Mama’s side. Mama never opened her eyes. Her breathing became harsher, but none of the nurse’s medicines helped. Sometimes she stopped breathing for almost a minute, but the continued glow of her heartlight assured Clara she yet lived.

Clara cried—she couldn’t help it. Sometimes Papa did, too. They both loved Mama. Without her, what would their little family become?

At last, Mama gasped, gave one last deep breath—then stopped. Her face went still and icy white. Her heartlight went out like a snuffed candle.

At the exact same moment, so did Clara’s. Her yellow heartlight—the comforting ever-present glow that was her—disappeared.

On the wall, black and menacing in the light of the kerosene lamp, stretched her shadow.

It looked exactly like a shade’s.

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

SAG-AFTRA is officially set to join the WGA in going on strike. No filming, premiere attendence or other promotion of any kind allowed.

I hope to see nothing but support for this decision.

[kyouka-supremacy]

that happened to me 😭 had like fifteen bullet points i was gonna expand on, then when it hit 2k, i just answered with "sskk is the focus"

RIGHT????? LIKE, SAME.

Reasons why I like Beast: the compelling alternative universe concept, the intriguing story, the fantastic characters writing, the siblings relationships, the beautiful designs and gorgeus manga art style, the thought stimulating subjects,

Equally real and valid reasons why I like Beast: it's a sskk story.

[ramblingoak]

A year ago I began posting this extremely self-indulgent fic called The Cardinal's Bride about Cardinal Copia as a cowboy. It came from a random thought of him wearing chaps and then grew into a nearly 100k word fic that I'm still working on a year later.

I've had a lot of ups and downs in the last year but I always had this specific world to escape into. I received so many kind comments and encouragement and gorgeous fanart. I'm so appreciative of it all.

So thank you to everyone that helped along the way. Even if it was just leaving a kudos or a like it let me know that people were along for the ride with me. There's still a lot of story left and I'm excited to continue not only Copia's tale but to write Secondo's and then Terzo's too 💙