#i don't know.

[realpokemon]

sneef sneef

[weaver-z]

Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. No one else. No one else. Except perhaps the insidious Feeler

[sunset-mp4]

hot take but I hate how people ship alastor with everyone under the sun like he isn't canonically aro/ace and just. erase his sexuality because he's the hottest and enemies to lovers or whatever.

[tsururoach]

I don't play limbus company anymore because of their terrible company policies. however. if there is anything. this must be shared.

bc like. i mean

its the most tumblr my fanart will get i guess

[aoral]

I'm not good at this :( I guess I will just... go on . ? (for @tubborucho 's soulfire headcon) (Tubbo's origin edition) (prev hc post)

Tubbo doesn't know how to do this at first. Bad reached out to him before the 20-year-old had even half a heart to pay any attention outside of the funeral, his hand still gripping the last flower Fred had gifted him. Bad dragged him to the small picnic space that Bad built - somewhere around the recreation of the soulfire base that he would later realize - it's warm. Warmer than his factory, somehow, and you would think that the factory was pretty stuffy and hot because of the machines constantly powered but that is wrong, the factory is cold - the floor is cold, and he really didn't care where he slept, so he slept through the windy and windless nights on the oil-stained ground, passing out with a wrench in his hand and nothing but thin and torn clothing.

We are getting off-topic. Anyway.

Bad brought him muffins. Chocolate, mostly because he was baking them with Dapper. With his warmth and underlying, subconscious trust in the man, Tubbo fell asleep under the distractingly good smell of muffins. It is not something he used to have, purgatory is leaving him paranoid and anxious but staying here makes him feel safe. Perhaps it's because he only felt safe at the base during purgatory. Maybe he knew Bad made a base near here. Maybe that is why he felt safe. Maybe it's because Bad himself, his right-hand man, his trust that was not misplaced.

They made muffins together after he woke up (waking surprisingly earlier than he had in mind is tiring) Bad insisted on him staying but Tubbo needed to go back to Sunny, she must've missed him (for compensation he brought a stash of muffins back to the factory)

[txfeline720]

Okay, I have an idea for introducing Astrotrain in Earthspark.

The kids are minding their own business when suddenly, one of them notices a brief tremble in the ground. Then another. And another.

Bonus points if there's a glass of water with ripples in it.

They're puzzled and confused.

What is that? What's causing it?

Hashtag, with her knowledge of all things's media, knows right then and there that it can only mean one thing.

Something very big was coming their way.

This gets all of them very quiet. Who or what is big enough to make the ground shake?

The tremors get bigger and louder. Robbie and Mo find themselves having to hold onto anything to keep their balance and not fall over.

They all stand in tense silence, weapons drawn, and form a circle around their human siblings in a protective stance.

They wait. The steps get even louder and louder and closer and closer, when suddenly...

It stops.

The children stare in confusion. What happened?

Then they hear a scream.

The Terrans look down to see Mo clinging to Robbie and looking upwards with terror in her wide eyes.

They slowly turn their heads up and freeze.

Towering over the children, standing so high that autobots and decepticons were mere action figures in comparison, was a giant mech.

Though said mech was bested by Megatron once in battle and said deed can be done again with ease on the latter's part, the metal titan was still a force that very few beings would dare reckon with.

Blazing red optics gazed down at the trembling group, and they knew right then and there who the mysterious earth shaker was.

Astrotrain.

[loupy-mongoose]

Happy birthday ^^ I'm in my 30's so, glad to see some older peeps on tumblr.

(even if 29 aint old XD )

Don't worry, I know. I don't truly believe myself to be old, just relatively old. I could be wrong, but I feel like a majority of the people I interact with on Tumblr and Discord are younger than me. Sometimes not by much, and sometimes by a lot. One of my favorite artists is about a decade younger than me! (Which is admittedly wild to think about. XD)

I want to take a moment to be sappy, and hopefully not conceited. I don't want to sound or act like I have a big head; I just want to offer some advice as an older artist.

When I was a teenager, I dreamed of having what I've since gained through this blog. I wanted to tell a story, and have people interact with it and ask questions, primarily in the form of Nuzlocke comics. I only ever tried on DeviantArt and, in more recent years, Twitter (may it RIP), and never really gained any traction. I wonder if things would've been different if I'd tried Tumblr back then, but I kinda doubt it. I was a teenager. I was still a developing artist and storyteller with an underdeveloped sense of self-confidence. Now, that's not to say I don't think teenagers can do great things and tell great stories... But if you're trying and it's not working out, YOU. HAVE. TIME.

At some point I came across what I believe was an advice post from Tumblr, but I can't find it anywhere and don't truly know where it's from. It had some wonderful advice that I wish I could share verbatim!

The biggest thing I gleaned from it is, don't down-talk your own art! If you have trouble liking the art you make, look for the good in it! Find the parts you can be confident in, build on that, and love what you do!

Here, I'll get you started.

You are an artist, which is a wonderful thing! You have the ability to bring your ideas to life, and that will only get better with time! I'm way, WAY better of an artist now than when I was 16, 17, 18 when I first tried telling stories online. Your biggest hindrance will be yourself, so please don't let yourself get in the way. Perfection in art is impossible. Aim for loving what you do, and be patient with yourself.

Anyways, that's my random sappy spiel. Enjoy your art, lovely artists young, old, and in-between!

[sassypantsjaxon]

Okay, so now that I've finished One Piece, I'm going to tell you all about some things I had figured out before I started reading it, I just hadn't quite figured them out right...

Okay, start with the big one. I genuinely thought that (for the most part) this was just a big fun 27 year treasure hunt. I had no idea about the overarching plot with the world government and void century and what the fuck is going on

I knew pretty much everyone was an orphan, but my gosh. Some of those backstories are really traumatic.

I really expected Shanks to have a bigger/mentorship role. He's shown up like. half a dozen times. Luffy hasn't seen him since he was a kid

I also expected Buggy to be a bigger villain. No. He's just some idiot who somehow failed his way to the top. I love it.

Kay. So I knew Ace died. But for some reason I thought it was a more recent thing. No, it's been like 15 years, I had no idea

I knew Ace and Luffy were brothers. And I knew Ace was Roger's son. And I knew Luffy was Dragon's son. But I learned all of these at different times long before I decided to read one piece, so I never thought about it enough to go 'hey hang on that doesn't add up'

Similarly, I knew Kinemon had said he was Momonosuke's father, and I also knew Momonosuke was Oden's son. But I never thought that hard about that one either

I knew one of the warlords was a Doflamingo, and I knew Law was raised by a Doflamingo. I did not realize they were two seperate people. I was so confused before I read Law's backstory

I knew Momo and Kaido were dragons, and I knew the celestial dragons were a thing, but I didn't know what they were, so I was expecting more actual dragons. I was very disappointed to find out they're just rich assholes.

Also, you guys really sold zosan. They didn't interact nearly as much as I was expecting.

[crimson-roots]

fsle <3

[fraudulent-cheese]

[yeehawfml]

everytime I see a pepperlante/pepperjack post I just..

I just..think of beans and rango. Why.

[sweetnsour-stuff]

He can't fuckin see

[delicatechildwitch]

Spores be upon yeeeee

Donatello stared as his latest customer left, happy with their new item. As expected, his friendship bracelets were popular. He pulls out his cell phone to text his success to Casey Junior. He switches to his conversation with Mikey, but before he could ask him to make more candies for his stall, a new customer walks up. Or ... Floats?

Not one to judge potential customers, Donatello turns to the hand, and tries to sound like the kid he appeared to be. "Enjoying the competition? I have souvenirs if you want them, snacks if you're hungry. It's all for affordable prices."

The hand flicks blue dust in his face, and Donatello rears back, falling off his chair.

He woke up, still in his cell. His ninpo shuddered, as something within his very soul took him apart.

"Stop fighting it." Krang One says, "Sooner or later, your soul will belong to us."

A chill runs down Don's spine. Already, he felt the bloodlust, the coldness in his soul. He wouldn't last much longer.

"Stubborn." The Krang whispers. "It won't last long."

And then he was gone.

And then he was many.

He was Krang.

He stood before his brothers, and held out a hand, forming a weapon around it. A gun, like what those useless humans and yokai liked to use. He aims it for Leonardo's head and squeezed the trigger.

"Donatello!" Michelangelo exclaimed. The name wasn't familiar. He wasn't Donatello. He was a Krang. He was-

"Donatello!" Michelangelo says again. The voice wasn't right. Too young. Too ...

"Uncle Tello!" The voice screams, and Donatello looks over to find Casey Junior next to him.

He was in a large room. People milled about, some looking at him from nearby. There was a bin of t-shirts next to him, knocked over.

"You're okay. You're safe." Casey says, putting his hand on Don's shoulder.

"You should kill me." Donatello whispers. "It's still there. I'm still a threat." Any moment the Krang would consume him. Use his soul as a template for weapons. Just like they did with Raph.

Casey pulls his hand away as if he was burnt. "Not again."

"Casey, I can't-"

"I can't!" Casey almost sobs out the words. "I-"

Don watches as Casey breaks down sobbing, covering his mouth.

After a second, Donatello pulls the kid into a hug. "Hey. I'm sorry. It's a big ask."

"I keep doing this. I keep almost killing people."

"No!" Donatello says, perhaps too forcefully. "Case, you're a healer. A healer in a bad situation, but you don't kill people."

Casey looks like he has more to say, but he keeps it in, wrapping his arms around himself as if to keep himself together.

Donatello wonders if he should pry. Or comfort. He wishes he could just fix the problem, but he was the problem here.

"You don't have to worry about the Krang anymore, Unc- Donatello."

He trails off. Casey offers him a flat smile. "You were hallucinating. I understand."

Don winces. Did he screw up? Was that why he wasn't calling him Uncle anymore? Still, he can feel his brain beginning to un-fog. He realized his soul didn't feel cold and his ninpo felt like his own. "I- Right. Uh, I am sorry. For ... For suggesting you ..."

Donatello shudders, trying to push away the residual brain fog. Trying to push away the memories.

"I suppose we should clean up." He says, brushing himself off and trying not to act unsettled.

[thegenerouspeach]

Alex acquires a time machine and takes Henry to meet Shakespeare. Also, they are both werewolves. And by acquired, he actually "borrowed" the Tardis because he works at Torchwood. Because they are werewolves. ✌️

[cervidaeic]

i need derek goffard to use my throat, and i'm tired of pretending i don't.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

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there are many reasons for which the za/um story fucks me up, but I still think most people talking about it can't really understand the gnarly entanglement and the extremes that a truly rancid and toxic work environment in which driven people who want to tell meaningful things through videogames, and the mixture of that with deadened corporate interests, can push the same people to get lost into.

I do believe there were a lot of flaws in the way it may have been presented to the public before, but I think people are a little quick to think they themselves would have extracted the correct and pure and pristine conclusions out of a situation that looks like such an absolute loaded clusterfuck.

gamedev can be so fucking messy, and things can be both very simple and painfully complicated and impossible to ever rub fully clean too. I don't even know if it's possible to convey how insane you can feel in such a context if you didn't live through it yourself honestly.

of course, capital interests are what matter and they do rot everything, and that creatives were robbed of their own world is beyond heartbreaking and awful, and no matter what anyone did or didn't do this should have never happened. this should be centered and highlighted. but I think people who tried to remember the team beyond the core of auteurs (that I respect beyond words, let's be super clear here) and how they experienced the whole ordeal were also not wrong to try to do that, even if it was done in a very clumsy and hurtful way, and navigated a minefield with the grace of a drunk elephant and served really disgusting interests in the process.

but the way you get rolled over and chewed on and used as a pawn and thrown out when no longer useful when you are the little guy stuck in a battle of giants, can be very very bad and no fun at all, and the audience tend not to give a damn about those people without the Big Names and Big Responsibilities, which do faciliate this kind of careless abuse that doesn't even register as abuse in the head of these people. And I think it's important to have the little guy's perspective centered too every once in a while, even if it does complicate things on a human level.

I don't know. It's just a steaming pile of garbage from top to bottom.