#i might not idk yet-

[sol-rambles]

I've had a thought and ofc I'm making it zam related cause I'm me :3

Zam isn't truly alive, atleast not anymore. You see he can die as much as he wants, which while others can do to a certain extent, they tend to lose alot if not all of their memories in the process.

Zam however remembers every last memory he's ever had. And boy is there alot of them. Which is why when running from subz it's instinct for him to think about eclipse federation. He yells knowing, well thinking, subz won't remember it.

Which is why it shocks him when the feet which had been furiously chasing him come to a still. He quickly glances behind him to look at subz. Who to zam's suprise, was just staring at him. Zam takes a look down at subz's weapon of which now, while still in his hand. Now rested peacefully along his side for just a moment.

Subz gritted his teeth and wondered how on earth zam knew about this. He tightened his grip on his halberd and began to redraw his bow which he had to hang to his back for running. Repressing each memory he had with zam from a past life this was not what either of them truly wanted.

But new season meant no memories, so they truly had to play a part. Suddenly after a moment too long of looking into the other's eye in shock and relief. Zam began calling coordinates to pangi. Subz didn't need to check, it was where they were he knew the chase was back on. He steaded his grip on his halberd and set off.

Zam noticing Subz's grib tighten, took off like a bird. They might have been teammates in another life but not here, no matter how much they wanted to be, here they were enemies it was plain and simple.

Subz swiftly caught up to zam and peirced right through his heart absorbing it as he did so. It was a quick and not very painful death, the most least he could do for his enemy, former teammate.

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Zam woke in his base and sighed, yelling at pangi about how he was useless at being backup. Zam took a deep breath and looked at the roof. For a second he was back in the hammock they shared, just after respawing from mapic. He got up and quickly regeared, not before sending subz a quick dm about secretly meeting up.

*Ping*, Subz's comm went off, assuming it was probably either woogie or redd he looked at it. Not feeling the shock he should seeing it was zam. It was his teammate why would he be surprised. He was asking about secretly meeting up.

*Ping*, Zam's comm went off, pangi looked over in slight confusion before his own went off with leow0ok messaging about the hit redirected his attention.

Zam looked down at the message in his own comm, <Itzsubz_>: meet me at the back of my base, I know somewhere to go.

A slight smile crept onto zam's face, knowing for certain at this moment in time, he wasn't alone.

[spiderziege]

third life au where everything is exactly the same except everyone gets a horse

[maplesleep]

I am once again banging on the doors to Lego Inc.

[tamagoneko]

variety pack of boyfriend flavors ❤️💙

[solarpunkani]

Hot 4am take but I feel like if we want to get people more interested in making their yards a more habitable space for wildlife like insects, we have to acknowledge that ‘Don’t want bugs in your house’ is still a 100% fair and valid point of view. ‘Loves nature’ and ‘doesn’t want roaches spiders and mosquitoes in the house’ aren’t opposites.

And with that in mind, when we propose to people that spraying pesticides around houses is Not A Good Idea, Actually, I feel like we need to give an alternative asides from ‘deal with it.’

[elya-doodles]

Flash Warning!

The demogorgon… it got meh.

[anarchopuppy]

I. think I might try on they/them for a bit. and see how it feels

[ruporas]

invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)

[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."

Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”

Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.

At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.

"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.

Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”

Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."

In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]

Credits for ID here and here

[carpp]

wanted to draw her in a cute outfit

[ai-kan1]

Showing off smth im working on! 🐉

Pros of being artist: you can do dumb stuff like this while drawing

[housewifebuck]

something something Bobby saying “maybe you feel like you can survive anything” and Margaret saying “you think you’re indestructible but you’re not” and Taylor saying “you’re not invincible” but Eddie saying “you act like you’re expendable but you’re wrong”. bc Eddie understands that Buck's behaviors don't come from thrill-seeking recklessness, but from a deeply ingrained lack of self worth. and instead of berating him he offers him something to live for, something that will force him to assign greater value to his own existence whether he wants to or not. idk. send tweet

[th3e-m4ng0]

re: that post about the lack of enrichment in trucks

i bring yet another megop au where op is another depressed fellow whose EM field is always emitting gloomy and tired vibes. vs megatron who is at his happiest when hauling materials and messing with his coworkers/friends

they haven't seen each other in years since the war ended and they signed all these treaties and paperwork !

[wodania]

“The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife / Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children.”

King Aenys Targaryen, the Son of Rhaenys the Conqueror

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

LNC: JESS MARIANO edition

[the-meme-monarch]

happy birthday to my friends and i’s knight chara and strange someone frisk aus/theories :]

hi for undertale reasons i don’t like any combination of shipping chara frisk and asriel. if you ship them go away 👍

[pizzaqueen]

This little scene came to me when I was sleep deprived lol some established relationship fluff

"Tell me your deepest, darkest fear," Eddie says.

Steve glances sidelong at him where he's sitting next to Steve on the couch. He doesn't ask what kind of question is that because it's very much an Eddie kind of question. Instead, he says, "Kind of already lived most of them."

"What about the ones you haven't lived?"

"I—" Steve sighs. If he tells Eddie to drop it, he will. Or he could say something about zombies or ghosts or some shit. But he finds himself saying, "Sometimes I think I'm either too much or not enough, you know?" A beat and then: "I mean, in relationships or whatever."

"Even with me?"

And, okay, Steve didn't think that through. He shrugs and says, "Maybe."

"Then your fear is totally unfounded."

Steve looks at Eddie again. "Is it?"

"Yeah, of course. You are just right." Eddie grins. "Not too hot, not too cold," he adds as he gets up on his knees on the couch, then swings one leg over Steve. "Okay, bad analogy, because you are definitely too hot for your own good sometimes." He rests his hands on Steve's shoulders, moves them around to loop behind his neck. "But you're my bowl of porridge.”

"I'm your bowl of porridge?"

"Yeah, you know, goldilocks and the bowls of porridge and—"

"Oh, I got it." Steve smiles, then lets his head rest against Eddie's chest. "Bowl of porridge," he mutters. "You're a dork."

"Hey." Eddie shoves Steve lightly. "I'm being romantic. I think."

"Then you're a romantic dork."

Eddie pokes his tongue out. Steve does it back. Eddie shakes his head and says, "I just... I meant, you're not... You're exactly enough for me. Okay?"

"Okay."

Eddie's eyes narrow. "You believe me, right?"

"I believe you." Steve holds up his hand in a scout salute. "Scout's honor."

"Good." Eddie gently nudges Steve's forehead with his. "Because you're... You're the only one who's right for me."

"So are you," Steve says.

"Yeah?"

"Of course." Steve grins. “You're my bowl of porridge, too."