#my brain is barely functioning

[mahikamihan]

idk why but 'ravioli' is just a funny word to me

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Ello Ello Hola. Ciao and Bonjour internet artist. If it wouldn't be too much trouble I'd like to request fanart of a show called Mysticons. It's not really popular but it was a large part of my childhood. (P.S hope you're doing well. Love your art. Make sure to take breaks and drink water or else I'll be in your walls)

MYSTICONS?!?!?!

I only I watched a couple of episodes and I've been trying to re-watch these series for like, years now! 😭😭I freaking love their designs, man, they look so 🤌🤌🤌 !

(also thank you for your kind words <3 and kind (?lol) threat! i try not to overdo it. ;3)

[fishhateme]

So... LinkedIn au part two, anyone?

this morning @adimouze got an actual linkedin notification while reading part one and a sign is a sign, so here goes part two of the linkedin au (btw if you think there's suspiciously not enough linkedin in here it's because i genuinely hate that capitalist hellhole with all my heart <3)

“Don’t worry, mate. People on LindkedIn are a bunch of cunts, anyway”

Max would have gasped, if he’d had less dignity, as he watched the man - Daniel, Daniel, Danyul in the flesh, the little icon from his LinkedIn feed, now sitting in the shitty bar, in front of him - swirl his $12 glass of rosé and sip it, scrunching up his nose the same way Sassy did when Max didn’t get her those little overpriced packets of turkey flavored wet food.

“Uh- I would say of course not everyone on LinkedIn is a cunt, maybe” Max said, completely and utterly dumbfounded, half because he was more than a little buzzed and half because he’d spent so much time thinking about finding Daniel that he hadn’t actually thought out what he’d do then (didn’t think he’d get this far, really). He could almost picture Lando laughing maniacally at the blush that was spreading all the way from his chest (thankfully hidden by his plain, black tee) to the very top of his ears, and he thanked whatever God was out there (Sir Isaac Newton, can you hear me?) that the younger engineer was too busy trying to pick up some Spanish car designer on the other side of the convention.

Max could blame the blush on the g&t’s, and not on the fact that his little virtual networking crush (what had his life come to) had the most dazzling smile he’d ever seen, staring him straight in the eyes.

“I would say that they are, then, if you don’t have the balls to” Daniel, who still hadn’t introduced himself, responded with a cheeky smirk, “They’re all stuck up pricks. They act like they only care about furthering physics and science and the greater good when all they want is their name on a plaque somewhere and a couple of sports cars so they can wank off to the airflow of the diffusers or some shit”

Max thought that was such a ridiculous notion, that respected aerodynamics engineers would spend their entire careers longing for a luxury car (and- okay, yeah, his desktop was an Aston Martin Valkyrie, but that was different, he knew that was just as out of his league as the guy standing in front of him right now). Furthermore, a pesky voice in the back of his head that sounded an awful lot like Jos was telling him that this guy was an ingrate, a disrespectful, unprofessional man who’d get nowhere, but Max bit his tongue and then washed it away with a gulp of his g&t, letting Daniel speak because he clearly wanted to rant.

“I’m serious, mate, all these people ever come to do to conventions like this is flaunt their achievements. Like-” he adjusted his stance, wiggling his body so he could move the shitty bar stool without actually getting up, suddenly getting very, very much in Max’s personal space, his thick, meaty thigh (who wore shorts to a networking event? This guy was crazy) almost brushing against Max’s knee as he leaned over to whisper and point, “See him? That’s Zak Brown, he owns McLaren Aerodynamics.”

Shit, wasn’t that Lando’s boss? Now Max felt ever so slightly guilty for nodding along to the Brit’s rants about his work, without actually ever hearing anything. “If you talk to him, he’ll invite you to a game of golf, and if you say yes he’ll take you there in a Lambo and offer you a round of Chandon or some shit, his treat. You know how he gets all that money? Because people love to spend it, shit, I love it too, but don’t you ever stop to think about where it comes from?”

Daniel leaned in even closer, his hot breath against the scorching heat of Max’s helplessly flushed ear, his words ever so slightly slurred like maybe it hadn’t been his first rosé. Maybe he’d started off with something stronger in his car (was pregaming work conventions... a thing?), and now he was trying to look semi-dignified and failing.

“He gets it from defense contracts”

Max blinked owlishly at that, like maybe he’d heard it wrong. Surely he didn't mean to say what it sounded like he was, at the very least, implying. “Uh- what? I thought they made, like…” he tried to concentrate, genuinely wrack his brain to remember what Lando had mentioned “Uh, trains? High speed trains, don’t they- isn’t that what they make?”

Daniel laughed at that, a honky, unabashed laugh, throwing his head back and showing off those pearly whites as his curl bounced. “That’s what they’ll tell you on their website, mate. That they care about the environment and are working with the UK government to make-” hic, “Make uhh, a- a greener future or some shit. And- yes, they’ve got contracts with the UK government, plenty of ‘em, but most of them are defense”

At Max’s shocked expression, at his gaping mouth, Daniel sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, and yeah, he was definitely more drunk than Max, somehow.

“Missiles! They make missiles, Maxy”

Max didn’t think Lando was capable of even designing a missile for a fruit fly, much less for… actual humans. Fish, maybe. But humans seemed odd. “How are you so sure?”

Daniel seemed to deflate at that, like everyone had said the same thing. He pulled back, elbows on the bar and head hung low between his sagged shoulders, and Max found himself missing the warmth of his tattooed thigh against his knee, even though he still felt feverish from the alcohol and the flusteredness of it all.

The Aussie hiccuped again, blinking a couple of times. “Worked there” he said, and he sounded almost beaten down as he added, “Then I quit. Eeeh, not true, actually, got fired. Publicly it was a mutual agreement. Doesn’t matter” he stopped to down what was left of his rosé, grimacing although it must have been quite a pleasant, sweet taste, not at all a man’s drink, like Jos would say. “Now I make about a tenth of what I did and I teach the next generation of missile designers how to maximize… missileness”

Max hummed, quietly. He didn’t quite know what to say at that - he made a mental note to ask Lando about some things on the drive back, sure, but other than that. He got a sense that maybe the funny LinkedIn man had turned into a sad, hot, somehow still funny LinkedIn man.

Maybe he just needed a friend. Someone to listen.

Max grimaced at that last thought, scrunching up his face and staring down at his g&t with hatred, like his favorite drink had been tainted with feelings, and they were rapidly making his way into his bloodstream.

What was he even thinking?! Sure, the guy was funny and clearly had had some success at some point of his career and he was kind of possibly the hottest man Max had ever seen but he was also clearly a loser. Besides, they were strangers! They hadn’t even introduced themselves to each other! Daniel didn’t even know Max’s-

Wait.

“How do you know my name?”

Daniel’s eyes, previously fixed on a poster of a cowboy that advertised some sort of insurance Max couldn't care less about, widened almost comically. He stared at him for a beat too long before chuckling awkwardly. “Uuuuh, what?”

“You called me Maxy. You said, they make missiles, Maxy” Max said, finally feeling the expected effect of his g&t’s, that was, some fucking courage. “How do you know my name is Max”

A second passed.

Then another.

Then a third, and by the fourth Max had just now noticed the convention was blasting some shitty, outdated jazz music, which worked more as a sleep inducer than a mood setter.

By the fifth, Max was thinking maybe Daniel wouldn’t answer, so he doubled down and looked eyes with him, but Daniel immediately looked away, flustered and biting down on his plush, pink lip, frowning as if deep in thought. “Uuuuh” he stammered, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms again, chuckling awkwardly, “Would it be too lame to say I follow you on LinkedIn?”

part 3

[ar-mage-ddon]

keykid dump

[keydekyie]

local grump hides in hole

[fujii-draws]

Grovyle, Celebi, and Dusknoir creating the most intricate plan regarding the most appropriate time to meet Hero and Partner again in the present while they’re next to the Passage of Time. How they’ll explore the present first as a trio for a couple more weeks/months, have Grovyle and Celebi reunite with the two whilst also giving a Big Heads Up regarding Dusknoir; where they’d then go on to see whether or not they truly want him there, and take the necessary action based on their decision. (Whether it’s a unanimous ‘fuck no we don’t want him back’, 50/50, or completely okay with starting over.) Nodding in agreement towards the plan and stepping into the portal together.

They then proceed to immediately get spotted by Hero and Partner just relaxing on the beach.

[goomyloid]

Do you have a dream kriselle scene you would absolutely love to see in any of the upcoming chapters? Doesn't matter how realistic, just like, your most ideal as if you were being targeted specifically

firstly thank you for asking me this. This is like the number one question to ask me ever

secondly... i have some ideas, but theyre more of just vague interactions id like to happen rather than full blown scenes. also this will all be weird route. if that needed clarification . It is always weird route always

one of them, if im gonna skip ahead a little bit to the festival chapter, is i want kris and noelle to ride the ferris wheel together... ive said something similar in a previous post, but i think it would be a really dark juxtaposition to the ch2 ferris wheel ride with susie (if it happened, but im thinking it most likely didn't) where we're almost tying noelle down to stay with us, in reality with kris, in the top car of the ferris wheel, just like when they were kids. it might be an interesting commentary on giving in to nostalgia, returning to old times with kris by her side, and this time they're not leaving her... for better or for worse (shudder) (shiver)

i dont even know what would happen in there, maybe just the scene happening at all would be enough, or noelle can monologue or something and i have to drop everything and listen to her life changing lines. while kris is like... empty at that point. if they're already 'dissociating' in chapter 2, how much of them will be Left by chapter 5(?)...

the other is... well i keep saying to people "i hope kris and noelle die at the end of the weird route" and its not entirely a lie.... i have no idea what will actually happen at the end obviously, so maybe this would work for like, The One Ending being that Everyone Dies The End or some shit .... which i guess ties into it being targeted towards me? (NOT THAT I WANT THAT TO HAPPEN. I dont want my deltarune to die) but a story concept that always interested me is like, when things get so horribly bad that theres nothing left to do but abandon it (or perish). i guess kind of like the end of the no mercy route in undertale where the world gets completely erased because everyone's dead, but i also think of ghost trick where the "ending" (before the final scene/chapter) is so hopeless (sinking to the bottom of the ocean and everything) that the timeline is basically abandoned altogether.

i guess what im getting at is that it would be incredibly interesting if something similar happened with the end of the weird route, where everything is so irreversibly fucked up forever that there's no hope of fixing anything at all. its only then that -- and this is the part that's entirely tailored towards me -- it becomes hard to comprehend how bad things are, so your brain short circuits and settles on a kind of fuckedup contentedness with the whole situation. being happy to die at the end of the world if it's next to your best friend, bound together by the soul... aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............. I started thinking too fsast and got nauseous . But when i say i want them to die together i ts like. that. there's nothing left for them here. bound together forever in death. tengoku he ikou tengoku he ikou

Iiuiuuuiooouohhhhh my god these characters. Sorry its hitting me all over again. clutching my head in pain ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh Oh i need the full game right now plea.we please

[whenfatecollides]

been exercising consistently for a month now (4 times a week) and I hate to admit that my energy levels really have improved so much 🧍‍♀️

[stackslip]

what if i just cut myself from online except maybe discord. like the exam lockdown barely worked but what if i just cut myself and retreated in my room or better yet took a backback and ran away. what if the world stopped being so much and so loud. what if i ran off a cliff. what if things stopped happening. what if things werent the way they were

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

seeing ari answer recent asks while mine is rotting away like a decaying corpse for months make me feel like the ugly duckling

……. anon please know that i’m not saying this to be mean but asks like these are . kind of hurtful??? and i’d appreciate it if you didn’t send any more :’) my ask box is quite literally overflowing to the point where i’m considering turning them off completely, i have like . 400+ unanswered asks at the moment so you’re in no way the odd one out, i’m not ignoring you, asks just end up piling up for a plethora of reasons. i genuinely have zero clue when i’ll get to yours because that would involve me digging through my inbox and that will … overwhelm me even more

i understand being frustrated but please don’t put pressure on me, answering asks is not an obligation for me in the first place, it’s something that i take time out of my day to do because i enjoy it!!!! i don’t want this to come off as mean but your ask did sting a bit 😭😭 i promise i feel plenty guilty enough

[cheesy-eyelash]

grian and the life series may be officially consuming my life. my recommended on every social media is predominantly them. less than 2 weeks into the year and i already rewatched the entier series (wildlife included) and listened to all the evil anvil "i turned [life series] into a song" mutiple times and they play in my brain on repeat. im craving a gem secret life re watch. ive watched grians phamso videos so many times and i want to watch them through again. im genuinly considering re watching the hermit tour. i want to insert these people into every conversation. and the snails? both life series and hermitcraft? dont even get me started on the snaails. this may genuinly be a problem like i have assignments to do and all that goes on in my brain is silly block people and their shinanigans.

[beachbabey]

I NEED TO SCREAM THIS TO YOU.

THIS !!! PICTURE !!!

It's a Sam Fender song. What song? Honestly any from both albums. THEY ARE A WALKING SAM FENDER ALBUM.

Nick and Noah, the lads at school you knew you shouldn't really knock about with. Your mam warned you not to because they were 'trouble'. They always got into fights, the lanky one as she'd like to call Noah, was ALWAYS being spoken about down at your local and everytime they'd look at her and tell her they saw her bairn knocking around with them two lads.

They're older than you too which is another reason, but you felt sooooo cool hanging out with these older guys. Even when you'd say something that totally embarrassed you and made them laugh at you, you took it with stride.

They told you they wanted to start a band, you said that was cool.

You told them you wanted to be a photographer, Noah called it dumb and Nick said it was a waste of time you being behind the camera. That didn't stop Noah from flicking through the portfolio you were making for your submission into uni, or them asking to be apart of it.

[ the origin story for this picture ]

That night Noah kissed you in a game of truth or dare. He tasted like Stella Artois and cigarettes. When he asked if you'd ever kissed a boy before, you lied and said 'why' while he smirked with an; "okay" before slipping you down off his lap.

THIS THIS THIS

I imagine them being a little older, maybe they’ve just gotten back from uni, they play in your local bar, you’ve just finished your second year at uni and you’ve come home for the winter break, they’re still as rowdy as you remember them being in high school but now they spend their evenings in the pub instead of getting absolutely wasted in the parks

They ask you to take their first tour promo pics, and they’re purposefully a handful for you, you fight your way through the shoot and thankfully have a good 2/3 photos you think were decent enough for the posters.

GOD just imagine hanging around their little flat, ordering pizzas and discussing future dreams and ambitions with them well into the early hours of the morning and everybody gets just a little too tired and you climb into Nick’s lap and kiss him mindlessly, the lack of sleep and raging hormones not helping the matter in the slightest, Noah just watches with an amused little grin, sipping his beer and patiently waiting his turn

[pickleddandelions]

I don't know what possessed me to make this, but it's here now and I'm making it everyone's problem.

I might go back and like, put some effort into it, but as of now my right arm is shaking way more than usual due to a puppy related accident.

[wonderholegifs]

Fog is a cloud that you can walk through

[soothingmoonlight]

It never occurred to me before that Maglor might have inherited his singing voice from his grandmother. However, as I was re-reading parts of Morgoth's Ring today this description of Miriel immediately made me think of Maglor.

"Soft and sweet was her voice, and she sang as she worked, like rippling water, in music without words." -Morgoth's Ring, The Later Quenta Silmarillion (II), Of Finwe and Miriel

I can easily see Maglor having soft and sweet voice and enjoying singing while he is doing his daily chores. But I think the similarities between grandmother and grandson do not here. It's quite possible that Maglor's melancholic nature/temperament could be another family trait that he got from Miriel, especially considering how each of their stories end. Miriel, after being reembodied, never goes back to the Noldor and Maglor, after casting the Simaril into the Sea, never comes back among the people of the Elves.

"Then the fëa of Miriel was released and came before Manwë and receivd his blessing; and she went then to Lorien and re-entered her body, and awoke again, as one that cometh out of a deep sleep; and she arose and her body was refreshed. But after she had stood in the twilight of Lorien a long while in thought, remebering her former life, and all the tiding that she had learned, her heart was still sad and she had no desire to return to her own people." -Morgoth's Ring, The Later Quenta Silmarillion (II), Of Finwe and Miriel

"And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea and thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves. For Maglor was mighty among the singers of old, named only after Daeron of Doriath; but he came never back among the people of the elves." - The Silmarillion, Of The Voyage of Eärendil

[keeps-ache]

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