#mora talks

[catpillmeowcel]

So cool that Cobblemon adds a small handful of pride flag Vivillions and proceeds to argue that they can't be part of the main mod and only a downloadable extra because of """"bloat"""" (which is honestly bs, a couple extra textures in a mod that adds a fuckton of extra bloat shinies n'shit isn't going to hurt anyone) the other excuse was "it'd take more time" (which at that point, don't even make anything for pride, fuck off if you don't care enough)

And then when I point this out I start getting harassed and misgendered by someone in the general chat and I ask them to stop I get fucking timed out

Awesome, y'all were supposed to be better than Pixelmon!

And just so nobody tries to pretend I'm taking anything out of context:

Right after this they sent a whole message calling me "women" and "girl" over and over again despite my pronouns being clear as day in my bio and me already making it clear that calling me "girlie" would be misgendering. The guy got banned but I also then proceeded to get timed out immediately too!

Awesome to have a non-binary person harassed and misgendered and then when you ban the aggressor you also punish the victim! In pride month no less! Great job! /s

[newplace2befrom]

i still havent seen barbie yet HOWEVER my fairytopia mermaidia hyperfixation is back and stronger than ever so be ready for massive amounts of nori and elina on your dash in between my queue

[moralitas]

Alright yall hate to have to do this on my bday but someone who's stealing my writing and my ideas for their au is apparently under the impression that I stole it.

Ill be reuploading the fic with the sequel and while I have 0 problems with my aus inspiring others, they've built a platform on this and other stolen ideas. I dont have any other sonic blog but this one. No one can fully own an au but I assumed at they very least their origin stories wouldn't have the same details. This is just really annoying and a lil embarrassing. If you can't make your own stories that's ok, don't steal other people's.

Stealing content and work isn't illegal, especially on the internet, but it speaks of a strong insecurity.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

2x7 | 3x8

[leavingautumn13]

more of my dragonborn oc, kyrena, and the slippery slope that is working with daedra

[i have commissions open now!]

bonus miraak:

[chainsawcorazon]

mark waid really meant that shit when he said he not playin them nostalgia games by going back to the flashbooks. straight iced the mofos in the first round.

but at the same time, he's still dedicated to beauty king bart and his glorious head of hair. dan mora got the appropriate refs, it seems.

[ikram1909]

Morata about Gavi today ❤️

[nothaljordan]

You don’t actually have to share the ‘bad’ parts of your regression btw. It’s okay to create a space to appreciate the good parts of your regression without dishing out your trauma to strangers on the internet.

[wolfofwhiterun]

TES Summer Fest 24 - Day 6: Mirror

@tes-summer-fest

The mirror is vast and dark, like some great black strip of ocean, caught and trapped in a frame of warped metal. His father had brought it some weeks ago to add to his ‘Most Prized Collection’ as he liked to call it, Capitalised For Emphasis. The boy has to crane his neck all the way back, until he is sure it will make him dizzy just to take in the whole thing. It would have been the biggest thing he’d ever seen, if it wasn’t for the half a snow-whale his father keeps hanging above the atrium to impress guests.

He raises up one small pale hand and touches the frame of the mirror, expecting to feel the worn texture of the strange, silvery metal. Instead, his hand comes back inexplicably soaked, as though he’s just dowsed it in freezing brine. The boy gazes at his hand in wonderment, then back at the mirror, as if half expecting to see a watery shape pass across the glass. And it does. The eyes that gaze back aren’t like any he’s seen before, bright, and too many for him to counter on both hands, which is as high as he can go.

“Are you…a spirit?” The boy asks in wonder, eyes transfixed by the glowing golden orbs floating just beyond the mirror pane. “I am the riddle unsolvable. The door unopenable. The book unreadable. The question unanswerable." The presence speaks, words oozing between worlds. Hm, the boy thinks, and does not know how to respond to this, as he is only five. The presence seems to quickly realise its overdramatization and slovenly corrects course. “I am…a friend.” It speaks in what it surmises to be a grandfatherly tone. “A friend?” The boy asks. He’s never managed to find one of those in all the many halls of his father’s great collection, despite searching every room twice. “Yes…a friend.” The tone affixes with some simulacrum of warmth. “And friends share secrets, do they not?” The boy surmises this must be true, and nods. “Good, goooood…” The presence seems to draw closer, the hint of its colossal form too big even to fit in the frame of the mirror, drifting hazily into view.

“Now child, tell me all of what you know about your father's collection…”

[semiweirdshipper]

Killers who give the most kisses. Non-binary reader insert. Made for those who love fluff.

(Killers include: Bubba Sawyer. Jeffrey Hawk. Herman Carter. Evan MacMillan. Michael Myers. Max Thompson. Sally Smithson. Carmina Mora).

...

Bubba

Without a doubt, Bubba gives the most kisses. Any time, anywhere, it does not matter. He is always peppering you with kisses.

Oh, you just got back from talking to a friend? Smooch! You've been gone so long (y/n), he missed you. Smooch, smooch, smooch. (Literally, you were only gone for five minutes).

Snoozing? Kiss! You look so cute when you're asleep. He simply can't resist. Even sleeping you deserved all the love and attention he could give. While you're lying there snoozing, he'll lean over and plant gentle kisses all over your hands, arms, chest and face. He loves you so much.

Are you hurt? Oh, prepare for the ultimate overload of kisses. Whether it be a bad day you were suffering, a traumatic event or even if you simply stubbed your toe, Bubba is there to drown you with kisses. There's no escape. You're hurt. He needs to kiss all the sadness and pain away!

Bubba kisses you for pretty much every single reason imaginable. Are you laughing? Kiss! Are you reading? Kiss! Are you eating? Kiss, kiss, kiss! Are you on the toilet? Quick kiss! He can't help it. You make him so happy and he loves you so much, you deserve all the kisses.

Jeffrey

Jeffrey has kind of an oral fixation meaning he loves using his mouth, especially on you. Not a single inch of your body has been spared of his lips. He was always fondling you, pulling you close and kissing whichever area he pleased.

Jeffrey's kisses are more wet and thorough whenever you're alone, so that way he can taste you, enjoy you, make you feel good. He loves your soft skin, loves feeling it beneath his lips and hands. You were his treasure, and he worshipped you like a God.

Due to his shameless variety of kinks, Jeffrey ultimately enjoys kissing the weirdest places on your body like your back, feet, knees and... armpits. Yeah, he was kind of strange, but it just meant that he wasn't afraid to love every inch of you he possibly could. You're his beloved treasure, remember?

While in public, Jeffrey simply liked to pull you close and hold one of your hands to his lips. The smell and taste of your smooth skin comforted him, and he enjoyed layering kisses all over your beautiful fingers. If he was feeling bold, he would even kiss your ears and face to tease you and make you flustered.

It didn't matter who saw. Jeffrey's kisses are a statement of his love and appreciation for you.

Herman

Herman is probably the most romantic kisser there is. He loves taking his time with you, holding you close and pressing your mouths together, kissing slow and passionately.

Kissing Herman could some times last a while. Words could not describe how much he loved tasting you, drawing out the tender moments and making them last. He never used his teeth much, instead preferring to worship your skin with utmost care.

Neck kisses. Herman loves giving you neck kisses. He'll honestly kiss any part of your body you want him to, but your neck was his favorite- it was just so vulnerable and brought out the most gorgeous, succulent reactions from you. Gosh, you were so beautiful to him.

Your hands. Almost every single time you and Herman meet or depart, he always pressed a kiss to your hand. If you two are sitting close, some times he'll lift your hand, press it to his lips and hold it there for a while. Shh, just let him cherish you.

Herman's kisses are the definition of love, passion and appreciation. Not an hour will go by that you aren't kissed by him.

Evan

Due to the harsh conditions he grew up in, Evan isn't very prone to kissing much, but he loves it when you kiss him. Your soft, gentle lips on his mutilated body always made him feel as if he were in heaven, and it was because of that feeling that he fought to return the favor.

It took time and practice, but Evan eventually learned how to kiss you on the lips. He also learned how and where to kiss your body. And the best part? Evan was a fast learner, and when he learned things, he learned how to do them right.

Within weeks he went from being an amateur kisser with no skills to a practical God, kissing you wherever you wanted to be kissed and lavishing your beautiful skin. Some times he would use his teeth- if only to see you gasp and tremble in delight of course.

His favorite area to kiss is your face. You've been so patient with him, and you're so gorgeous and kind and dependable. Your smile lit up his dark world like a beacon. And if your kisses could make him feel as wonderful as they did, then he would always be kissing you back twice as much.

Michael

Talk about a five-star hickey designer. This man has no limitations when it came down to marking what was his. Does Michael love to kiss you? Ha, just look at the light red marks all over your body. Kinda goes without saying, you know?

Michael is the type of person who likes everyone else to know that you belong to him, and what better way to make a statement than to ravish you with deep, passionate kisses? And that was only a fraction of the reason why he kissed you so feverishly all the time.

The biggest reason Michael loved marking your skin so much was because of the noises and expressions you made. You were practically a saint, beautiful and delicate. Whenever he sucked on a spot that made you gasp, he was always filled with immediate satisfaction.

Safety and reassurance was another big reason. Whenever Michael needed comfort, he would lie on top of you and kiss your neck, chest and wrists- all the places where he could feel your beloved heartbeat. You were his love, his life, and he needed you always.

And when he kissed your lips, he was reminded that there was someone in this world who saw him as more than just a monster. You'd probably never know it, but Michael's kisses meant more than you could ever imagine.

Max

Whenever you first introduced him to the gentle, sweet, overwhelmingly loving luxury of kisses, Max was helpless against giving you his own form of kisses in return. Because his mouth can't shut all the way without discomfort, Max opt to pulling you close and pressing either his nose or chin gently where he wanted to kiss.

Get used to the pleasant sounds of soft growls, because Max always wanted to be kissing you. His favorite thing? You sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around you so that he could lean his crooked mouth against the side of your head in what he considered a long lasting kiss.

Max isn't like most people. He's not perfect, and there are traditional things he can't do, but that doesn't stop him from doing what he can.

Occasionally, despite the pain, he'll close his lips together and give you little pecks on the mouth. Anything to show you how much he loved you. Whenever you smiled at him in pride and joy and praised him, he became instant mash-potatoes in your arms. More love please?

Max may not be the best kisser, but he's definitely the best at proving just how much he was willing to be the best he could ever be for you. Because he loved you. And, kisses or not, he would never stop loving you.

Sally

Oh, Sally loves giving you kisses all the time. Try leaving the room without a kiss and she'll either grumble or give you sad puppy eyes. Come on, Sal, really? You were literally just going to turn the lamp on.

Your cheeks are her favorite things to kiss. They're just so soft and warm, and she loved cuddling against you and pressing her lips there, holding you close and breathing in your comforting scent. Ah, you're so amazing, (y/n), she loved you so much.

When it comes down to kissing other, more intimate body parts, Sally is a little bit on the shy side, timid and uncertain of herself. What if she embarrasses you? Or what if you don't enjoy it? You've learned that the easiest fix for the solution is turning the lights off.

She's too shy to kiss in public, but when you're in a dark room by yourselves, she's much, much more open. Honestly, you're in for a world of treats. Sally may be sweet, but behind the curtains she's quite the hungry devil. Prepare yourself.

Sally has her insecurities, but around you she's willing to fight them in order of showing just how much she loved you.

Carmina

What's worse than not having a tongue? Not having a tongue to apologize.

Carmina is a special case. She loves kisses, and she especially loves kissing you, but there were dilemmas some times. Like when her mouth dripped ink- who wants to be kissed by that? No, you can't convince her it's okay. She's too embarrassed and ashamed.

So what does she do in replace of her real kisses? She summons sweet, friendly crows to kiss you for her. One by one they land on your arms and gently peck your nose, ears and chin, cawing softly in appreciation for they love you just as much as Carmina does.

When she is able to kiss you, she kisses your head, hands and chest. Because of her ink-arms, you had to support yourself, but it was no mind. As long as she got to love you she was happy.

Carmina loves it when you kiss her. Being basked in your gentle, loving attention made her feel normal, appreciated and worthy. She felt happiness and reassurance. Sure, some times she got down because of her mutilation, but you're understanding always helped her push through.

So... Accept these pecks of love and gratitude, *caw!*

[hansolsticio]

dez da manhã e eu pensando que hoje só queria terminar o dia com uma garrafa de vinho e uma pizza enorme...

[newplace2befrom]

yo @wip the new dm format sucks. where is the product differentiation. if tumblr just looks like twitter or instagram or whatever then it’s no fun. i’d just go there if i wanted that.

[tidesfate]

Mora, the original draft of the reality. The original backbone of which all creation was supposed to be built upon, the original book that was meant to be written with everything that would exist. Every piece of knowledge, every fate, every existence upon it and within it.

Mora, tested far enough that time had begun to dig its talons in. The first crawls of the clock, the turning of the cycles and the beginnings of change.

Mora, left not but a pile of what was decidedly unfit while stripped of the pieces that had use within the final design. The tossed out pieces of creation left to rot forgotten within morass of the void within the tattered husk of primordial ooze of what failed to prosper.

Mora, failed ideas cursed with sentience perhaps due to how far they were allowed to run before severed. Only aware of what it was, the pieces that built it, and not what was removed. The extent of the what almost was. No opportunity to chose to give or keep, for it was what was denied existence from the final product.

Mora, born hungry for all that was removed from it. All the knowledge, memories, fates whose first breaths had been within it. Born blind to itself, whom cannot be read through the lens of what exists for it is that which exists outside of that. Born to merely observe but never truly interact with what stemmed from itself, separate of itself; born with a need that will never be satisfied.

Mora, the nothingness that was once everything.

[vv-ispy]

Crack theory that Decarabian is inspired by Qin Shi Huang, founder of the Qin dynasty and the first emperor (previous rulers refered to themselves as 'king') of China

In the chinese version, Decarabian is occationally refered to as 孤王 (gūwáng, lone(ly) king) which is a title Qin Shi Huang created for himself for being so high and mighty that normal people cannot come close to him

Qin Shi Huang has been viewed as a tyrant, mostly due to assessments by the Han dynasty that came after

However, he also unified China via standardization of weights and measurement, wheel axels, currencies, written language script, and developed extensive networks of roads and canals for trade and communication. Similar to Decarabian's methodical organization (to the point of micromanagement) of his city

Qin Shi Huang is also known for connecting various state walls built during previous centuries into the precursor to the Great Wall of China for defence against attacks from northern tribes, parallelling Decarabian's tall walls that encircle Old Mondstadt for Safety (or even the storm barrier)

Bonus：

The state of Qin also conquered the six other powerful states in China at the time, ending the Warring States period — so I propose that Decarabian not only preemptively declared himself the seat of the Anemo Archon (which would explain why both he and Venti get refered to as 'wind god') but also the overall victor of the Archon War

[svartalfhild]

I can't stop thinking about how completely different the Vestige's relationship with Hermaeus Mora is from the Last Dragonborn's.

Like, for the Dragonborn, Mora is this incredibly ominous, threatening figure who manipulates and destroys people in horrifying ways to get what he wants.

For the Vestige, Mora is a friend. There's a gentleness and even warmth in the way he talks to them. He's still deeply selfish, as is his nature, but he's also very generous and fair and never hurts or tricks the Vestige.

I have to wonder why this stark difference exists. Sure, one could argue that he wants the Vestige to think well of him because he needs them to save reality, but to that I would say that, if the Dragonborn's experience with him is any indication, he really doesn't need to be nice to get what he wants. So why the warmth? Like I'm not joking; there's parts of Necrom where he almost sounds fond of the Vestige. What if, for some reason, he really is fond of the Vestige?

I kind of have this headcanon that he thinks that the Vestige is just neat, on top of being useful, and loves watching them get up to all kinds of high-stakes nonsense (like full watching with popcorn as they ruin the plans of half his siblings and shit), especially since they have only ever helped him and never done anything to screw him over. Maybe he even lowkey hopes that he can more or less collect them some day by convincing them that it would be cool and fun to just come hang out with him in Apocrypha when they die, because who wouldn't want to go into an afterlife where you're besties with the god who runs the place?

[chainsawcorazon]

i love how dan decided to forgo the rebirth design williamson used in the last superman chapter, and instead went with 'crossfit instructor cassie.' she's joined cults before, she can join another one, as a treat