#smol is typing...

[smolwriter]

"I'm going to write!"

*goes off to watch youtube and read fanfics instead*

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.” ↳ “Is that... singing?”

[atompalace-official]

[paiislley]

Cutiefly’s a cutiepie!

[smolwriter]

make fanfiction so you wont rot with the ideas floating around your mind like planets orbiting a dying star

you should write fanfiction, actually. for your health

[winds-of-zephyr416]

SO I made these silhouettes of Melkor and Mairon, because I wanted to practice. And I'm super proud of them. But for the life of me I can't figure out a background that looks decent, so here they are in PNG form instead.

Awful creatures. Truly horrible. and not wearing clothes because i just couldn't be bothered. it's fine tho they're just silhouettes it's fine

maybe i will put some robes on them or something though, because they would look pretty good in this style.

[smolwriter]

I’m gonna work my writerly brain out to write all of the chapters :3

I think I have a basic idea for a plot, but I’ll have to work out the other last two characters on the right first, BUT YES I WILL WRITE FOR YOU GUYS 😈

ITS FINALLY DONE ITS FINALLY DONE ITS FINALLY DONE

PROBABLY OFFICIAL COVER (?) FOR HEALING SOULS EEEEEE

MAYBE I CAN SEND CHAPTERS IN THE MAIN BLOG IF ANYONE ASKS TO SINCE THIS IS RLLY SELF INDULGENT BUT YAYYY IM FINALLY DONE IM SO FRICKIN HAPPY

[smolwriter]

when i realize i have to write the scenes in order to get to the scenes i want to write

[presumenothing]

Q: How do you balance the tensions between being yourself and being needed by the masses?

A: Well firstly I don't think I'm needed by the masses, that's a bit much of a pedestal LOL. But at my concerts I'll often tell everyone that first of all you've got to properly love yourself, and you've got to properly be yourself – you're the only one who knows how to be who you are. I think this is the one biggest takeaways I've had from the nearly 11 years since my debut, because without the support and energy from them… forget about being myself, I wouldn't even be able to really look at myself. Perhaps I would just be spending each day going between the things I have to do, maybe going from one class to another, or if I was working then between one completed job to another. And it's really difficult, finding that balance of being yourself. Because to be yourself in this world, that's just the hardest thing. Quite often there just isn't a way to be yourself.

As an introvert, I might even especially suggest for fellow introverts to interact with the outside world just a little more within situations you're comfortable in, because it's really not easy at all, being an introvert. And nowadays more people are willing to bring up the fact that they feel more and more like they're living an NPC life, like they're just side characters in someone else's plotline. But the way I see it is that everyone starts out as a side character and finds themselves from there. So you've got to first be somoeone else's side character, and while that's going on you must start writing your own plotline – you've got to find your own script, you can't always keep being that side character. Back then there were a lot of factors at play for me, but that's just how it is; it's a slow process, and I can't give you an answer because I'm also still searching for it myself.

[bunkeki]

He found his glasses

0009/1025

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x02 - “Watch It All Burn”

[waterfallofspace]

U CAN TOTALLY SAY NO BUT,,,, can I request an E/iffel drabble 👉👈 -Totally not Lex

Oh gosh, it's just crazy that you're totally not Lex, because you see, I have this friend called Lex who introduced me to w/olf 359 in the first place, of whom I've screeched about E/iffel many times with, isn't that just crazy??~ (:] hehe, I'd be honoured to give E/iffel a lil shot~)

Here is about 950 words of E/iffel's allergic misery~ (spoilers for w/olf 359, not a lot but, well, proceed at your own discretion~ also contains swearing so be aware of that too <3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You can’t be serious,” Minkowski says, entering the room to find Eiffel still sneezing. 

At the interruption he glances up, meeting her firm gaze. He only gets a second before he smoothers his face into his hands again. 

“ih’chew!- ish’ew!- ishh–ishh–ishh–ishhiew!- Oh god- hh’NNch–iew!” 

“I left you like this an entire hour ago,” Minkowski continues, ignoring constant hitching and curses coming from Eiffel. “That plant… monster… thing- we both saw it leave right before I did, how the hell are you still sneezing?” 

“I promise you,” Eiffel retorts, voice starting to fade a bit from all the sneezes, tiny as they may be. “I want to stop more than you want me to stop. hh’shhew!”

“At this point you’ve gotta be doing it for attention,” Minkowski cuts back. “That or your nose is as dramatic as you are.” 

“I think it’s-” Eiffel starts, before his eyes drift off, tongue beginning to peek between his lips. They both stay there for a moment, silent, before finally Eiffel spins to the side and- “hiHhshew! iiEEShhew! ieshh–ishh–ishhieww!- Holy fuck.” 

“I’m not blessing you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” 

Mikowski rolls her eyes noticeably, shooting Eiffel a glare. “You were saying something?”

“hH’tshhew!- Uhh, yeah I probably was, wasn’t I… hm. hH– h’ntch–uh!” 

“Will you just spit it out already? Sitting here listening to you sneeze is not exactly on my list of priorities. I have a ship to maintain, you know.” 

Eiffel looks up, giving a deeply exasperated gesture to the state of his face. In all fairness, he does look pretty miserable. “I’m so sorry that my face exploding is inconveniencing you! Oh how could I be so selfish. You know a little sympathy, or even pity would be n-nuhh… nice– hH’ISHHew!- ih’YSHh–iew!” 

Minkowski does have the decency to offer an apologetic look. Alright, if it was her husband- or hell, almost anyone else in this situation, she’d be a lot more sympathetic. It’s just… Eiffel. He does his best to be as irritating as possible, so seeing him get hit with- almost a dose of his own medicine… damn near cathartic. Still, he does have a point, this particular instance isn’t exactly his fault.

“Fine, I’m sorry. This probably isn’t your favouri-” 

“Oh! Right,” Eiffel interrupts, rubbing his nose raw as it twitches against his palm. “I remembered what I was gonna say earlier.” 

Monkowski debates hitting him, but with a deep breath, decides against it. It’s better to just let him get it out now, god forbid it’s actually important. “Yes?” 

“I think it’s back in the vents again. The uh, the plant monster thing. I heard a few noises, and well, I’ve b-been… sn- snee… sneezingmoreagain– iSHhiew!- ishh-tshhh-tshhh’uh!- tzshh’uh! Fuhhck– hHNNT’choo!-” 

“And you just- didn’t mention this?!” Minkowski snaps, eyes darting up to the vents. “I’ve been hunting this thing around the whole damn ship!” 

“I was- a little… b-busy… hiiehh– hhih- hH’SHhiew!- yyshhiew!- itshh’tshh’tshhh’tshh’tshhh–chew!- Oh mby fugck.” 

A few deep breaths later, Minkowski calms herself enough to not throw something at him. The fact there are literal tears running down his face does help. Much as Eiffel is a sarcastic, annoying, irritating asshole, this is getting to be a bit too much. 

“Hey,” She starts, softer than before. “Why don’t you get Hera to direct you to some medication, and wash your face with some cold water.” 

Eiffel nods, sniffling pathetically against the back of his hand. Minkowski tries not to visibly wince at the display. 

“Ndot a bad idehhh… hH’ISHh’uh!- tshhh’ew!-” 

“Bless.”

Eiffel stops, that familiar shit-eating grin starting to spread against his features. “Minkowski, did you just bless me?” 

Suppressing the urge, again, to hit him, Minkowski instead replies tightly, “A moment of weakness, Eiffel. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Awhhh,” Eiffel coos, sniffling in a way that sends unpleasant chills down Minkowski’s spine. “I knew you cared!

“I will personally cover your pillow in dust before you sleep,” comes the reply, Eiffel visibly wincing.

“Oh god- ih’nNDt–iew! hh’ndGt–shiew! don’t even joke about that, I’m already itchyy-” 

“I think that’s more from the pollen than the idea of dust.”

Eiffel groans, bobbing into his chest while pinching off another set of stifles. “Guhh, it’s both. hh’nNchew!” 

“You really are allergic to everything, aren’t you,” Minkowski says, her tone accidentally slipping into something almost sympathetic. She’s quick to correct that before speaking again, “how did you survive before if you’re this damn allergic in a space ship??” 

“It’s not my fault there’s a goddamn plant monster in outer space!” Eiffel replies, gesturing wildly to the vents. “Ya know, I kinda thought going this far away from earth would mean less pollehh- eh’CHew!- iShhew!- guhh. Would mean less pollen, not being hunted by it.” 

Minkowski rolls her eyes again, pinching the bridge of her nose. At this rate she’s gonna eyeroll herself into another headache. Just the effect Eiffel has on people. “You’re not being ‘hunted by pollen’, there just-” She pauses, not unaware of how ridiculous the next part sounds. “There just happens to be a plant hybrid living in our vents.” 

“You do hear yourself, right?” 

She doesn’t justify that with a response. In any other circumstance this might have turned into a bit of a competition, who can hold out longer, who will break first, admit how ridiculous this is, but- 

“eIShhew!-” 

Eiffel’s nose breaks the tie. 

“Go wash your face, Eiffel. And this time if you hear something moving around in the vents, tell me right away, yeah?” 

There’s a nod, Eiffel too caught up in a false start to speak. He instead waves a hand, finally releasing the “ishhh’iew!-” as he steps out of the door, a muttered curse following close after. 

Though she’ll never admit it, seeing Eiffel so downright miserable… well, it does give her a bit more incentive to catch this goddamn plant.

No one fucks with her crew.

[bestanimal]

Round 2 - Arthropoda - Tantulocarida

(Sources - 1, 2, 3)

Tantulocarida is a class of tiny crustaceans which live as ectoparasites of copepods, isopods, tanaids, amphipods, and ostracods. They contain about 33 species within 5 families.

Tantulocarida are not only the smallest crustaceans, but also the smallest arthropods: less than 0.3 millimetres in length, the smallest (Tantulacus dieteri) being less than 85 micrometres long. They have an unsegmented, sac-like thorax and a reduced abdomen. They have no eyes.

The larvae consist of a head with an “oral disc” and no appendages, a 6-segmented thorax with 6 pairs of legs, and a limbless abdomen with 1-6 segments and a telson. Their life cycle is unique in that they transform directly from a non-feeding, free-swimming larvae into an adult parasite without any moults in between. Once the larvae finds a host, it will pierce its host’s cuticle with a stylet, upon which a rootlet system grows through the hole and into the host’s tissue. The larvae will degenerate, losing all muscle mass and becoming a permanent part of the host. The adult form develops inside the larva, and can become either a free-living, non-feeding, sexually-producing male or female, or a sac-like parthenogenetic female which will release fully developed tantulus larvae (image 2). The sexually-producing females may release nauplius larvae instead. Not much else is known about these bizarre crustaceans!

[cervinae-canine]

I should clarify that having preferences over certain kinds of women isn't a sin and that's not inherently a bad thing. It's fine but maybe don't describe smaller women as "adorably smol", or else I'll feel sick.

[empty-dream]

"You shall drown in the Grail of Heaven... like a bug dropped into a lake."

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

I have acquired another child