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pkmnprofloblolly · 1 year
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archivebottles · 1 year
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A Resurrection of Some Kind
[IMG ID: a partial fullbody drawing of Falin from Dungeon Meshi in her chimera form. Blood is driping down her torso and covers her visible hand. She is framed by her wings and only part of her dragon tail is visible. Behind her is a white circle surrounded by a snake eating its own tail. /END ID]
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prismaticglass · 10 months
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A phoenix, the kid left on a doorstep and their cringe fail knight. 
Happy Pride month <3 
So! I mean, off the bat I wanted to make clear that Irene and “Aphmau” (named Ausca in my version) aren’t the same person. I thought the idea of Ausca either being some kind of empty vessel or possibly is Irene’s kid - i don’t know which one I liked better. 
Ausca (He/They/She) also is going to have an older sister named Claire [in reference to the fnaf miniseries - I think giving Aphmau/the aphmau-stand-in sibling relationships is so interesting]. 
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blitheringbongus · 3 months
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Take it slow
Scar and Mumbo were supposed to meet up for a tour of Scar land. Scar falls asleep in Mumbos living room, conversation ensues.
(Second fic wooo!! Threw in my own headcanons about Hermitcraft and how the world works, as well as backstories for Mumbo and Scar. I’m a maladaptive daydreamer so I’ve been daydreaming about these guy’s backstories for years and years. Scars backstory used to be different but then Hotguy happened and I became obsessed, anyways have fun reading!)
Mumbos base always look different in each season, but one thing stays the same. The yellow kitchen and brown red-ish living room.
Scar‘s never asked about it, but now, being sat in the old rocking chair, watching the grandfather clock tick on, he can’t help but wonder.
It’s not even that there are variations of these two rooms, as in, they change even just slightly over the seasons. He hasn’t payed a whole bunch attention to it until now, but from what he’s seen and from what he remembers visiting Mumbos base and witnessing these specific rooms in the past, they’re exactly the same! Like a carbon copy!
His eyelids fluttered, oh he was getting real sleepy.
He was supposed to be waiting for Mumbo to meet him, so that Scar could show him around Scarland! He’s only been in the room for probably less than five minutes, granted, but it was feeling like an eternity! Not that Mumbos late or anything.
His limbs started to feel heavy, as did his eyelids. Maybe he could simply rest them? The grandfather clock ticked on, and the cozy chair slowly but surely rocked him to sleep.
The builder dreamt of lands far gone. A city long lost. A life, long lived. He dreamt of his steady bow, and zooming across the city, hopping from building to building. Feeling the fresh wind breeze in his hair, feeling the adrenaline in his body as he fought off villains and creeps, Scar was happy. Then, a faint glow, in the sky, and- Scar? Scar?
„Scar?“ a cold hand shook the mans shoulder gently. He slowly opened his eyes. „Huh?“ the once mayor rubbed his eyes, seemingly confused. „What are you doing here? I thought we’d meet up at Scarland?“
Scar breathed, and took in his surroundings. Unlit fireplace, old furniture, big grandfather clock, stuffy bookshelves stacked with literature.
„Right-„ Scar sat up, did he really fall asleep? He looked up at Mumbo. „How long was I out?“ Mumbo wiggled his mustache, „I’m not sure? I was about to go to Scarland when I found you here, so- depends on how long you’ve been here, I suppose?“ „right,“ Scar lifted his arms, taking a longgggg stretch.
„Geez Mumbo, how do you do anything in this room? It made me fall asleep in- minutes! Probably!“ The redstoner giggled. „You get used to the atmosphere after a while,“
Mumbo sat down on the old sofa beside the chair. „So, off to Scarland?“
Scar groaned, leaning back in the chair. „Let me wake up first,“ he snickered, loving the mans interest in Scarland. Of course he’d be interested in Scarland, it’s amazing! He’s toured so many hermits around already, and yet, Mumbo finding the place interesting felt all the more special to him. He couldn’t place why.
Mumbo nodded, folding his cold dead hands in his lap.
Scar looked around, his gaze catching onto a coat hanger with a fancy looking top hat on it.
„Say, Mumbo,“ Scar began, and the taller man looked at him. „How come you always have these rooms in your base? The kitchen and living room, I mean.“
The expression Mumbos face shifted into was one Scar couldn’t read, but it resembled suprise? Something else was there.
„Oh- why do you ask?“ He crossed his legs, leaning his elbows on one knee, his hands still folded, now resting under his chin.
„Pure curiosity, I suppose,“ Scar laughed nervously. He already regretted asking.
Mumbo puckered his lips, looking around the room himself. Looking at the ugly wallpaper, looking at the small box above the fireplace, holding precious memories.
„Sentiment,“ Mumbo began, „Just- something I’d like to keep from before Hermitcraft.“
The air smelled old, the dust in the air comforting.
„Oh- I’m sorry for asking Mumbo, really-„ Mumbo cut him off, „It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s not taboo to talk about, I’m not sure why most hermits treat it as such.“
The builder looked at the redstoner, and he supposed, he was right.
When he died, when he separated from his old life as a hero, when he joined Hermitcraft, he felt that strong urge to keep his past hidden. To not let anyone know. Which felt strange, he’s usually an open book! Did the other Hermits feel the same? What were their life’s like before?
Scar looked around the antique room. What was Mumbos life like?
Scar took his chances, „What was.. what was it like? If you don’t mind me asking,“ the redstoner smiled. „Another day, Scar“
Scar bit his lip, he drove too far once again- he was supposed to feel bad, but with the way Mumbo was smiling at him, how comfortable he looked, how comfortable he himself felt, it conveyed the message, that it was all fine. That Scar wasn’t a jerk for asking. That Mumbo just wasn’t in the mood. That they’ll discuss it another day.
The builder smiled. „Awake enough yet?“ Mumbo asked, slowly getting up from his spot on the sofa.
Scar blinked, „not quite.“
Mumbo breathed, content. „Mh, would some music wake you up then?“ Music? Scar wondered, „maybe,“ he grinned at the taller.
Mumbos smile grew in a way where you could only see it in his eyes. Joy pinching at the corners of them, lifting themselves ever so slightly, crinkling so beautifully in a way that made Scar want to cry, Mumbo was so beautiful.
What did he just think?
The redstoner walked over to an old radio, leaning down to twist the buttons. „Does that thing still work?“ Scar asked, leaning up in the chair, ignoring his silly thoughts. „Very much so! The audio is a bit crunchy, but it still broadcasts the songs as if it was actually connected to a station!“
Scar watched the mans hands. „Is it connected to a station?“ „Not quite, I don’t think. It’s more so frozen in time, it just plays the songs and broadcasts from- well from the day I departed from it.“ Scars nose scrunched up, he felt bad for the man. The builder lifted himself up from the comfy chair with his arms, slowly approaching the taller. „What kind of songs does it have?“
Mumbo grinned as the radio sprung to life, playing a- as promised,- crunchy tune. „The best,“ you could start to hear a man singing, vocalists in the background. Something about love and New York City. „Have you ever been to New York?“ Scar asked, and the Redstoner turned to face him. „Not quite, no. Have you?“ „I lived there,“ the music was nice. „Oh! What was it like? Is it really the city where dreams come true?“ Scar snickered. „Not really. If you want your dreams to come true you don’t need to visit a city for it,“ „Well that depends on the dream then, doesn’t it?“ „I suppose,“
Mumbo was quiet for a second, watching the radio. A hint of blush dusted the mans cheeks, Scar raveled in the sight. „Would a dance wake you up?“ Mumbo almost whispered, though it came out more like a mutter.
Oh he was adorable. Scar took the mans hand gently. „What dance are we thinking?“
Short moments later, Scars hand was on Mumbos waist and he was holding his hand at shoulder level. Mumbo also held his hand, and the other one of his hands was holding the builders shoulder. They moved slowly to the soft tunes of the radio, the crackling became comforting.
„You were talking about a new addition to Scarland?“ Mumbo said in a slightly higher voice than he’s used to, his blush having deepened, just slightly more than the previous dust of it. The brunette loved how dark it was, as if Mumbos blood is darker than his own. Was it? „Oh- yes! I finally finished Adventure Land! With the- volcano cloud smoke and and bambooo-„ he drawled slightly, still lost in the sauce watching Mumbos face, specifically the slow spread of the deep red.
„Oh really? When’d that happen? It was like- last week where you told me you’d finally started building it up?“ „oh I finished it like two days ago,“ Scar laughed quietly, his own face heating up. He doesn’t remember ever being this close to Mumbo, let alone touch him for more than a few seconds! Or moments, he doesn’t really know the difference. „It was fun, oh I can’t wait to show you. The park in general- have you seen the trolleys?“ Mumbo snickered, „Yes, I’ve seen the trolleys Scar,“ he smiled, and Scar stepped on the mans foot by accident. „Ouch-„ „Sorry!“ Mumbo didn’t mind.
The song slowly came to an end, and another started up. A more upbeat tune, but still fitting to slow dance to. The distance between the two Hermits became less. Mumbos hand was now holding the back of Scars shoulder.
„What do you think I’d especially like?“ The taller smiled, wanting to hear the mans thoughts. „Hmm,“ Scars thought for a while, holding the man close. „I think you’d like the castle the most, though I’m not sure,“ „The castle is impressive,“ „you think so?“ „I know so,“
They fell into a comfortable silence, just holding each other and moving slowly. Swaying, almost.
Scar laid his head on Mumbos chest, „you’re good at slow dancing,“ The builder has already stepped on the taller man’s feet multiple times, having apologized for each. The redstoner always laughed quietly in response. „I’ve had much practice,“ „oh?“ „I used to do it a lot with Benjamin“ „who?“ „an old friend, from back then.“ „oh- is he-?“ Mumbo shook his head, „it’s fine,“ he said.
The hours passed, and they talked about random things quietly, Mumbo resting his chin on the smallers head.
Eventually, the raven haired man remembered something. „Hey,“ „mh?“ „are you awake enough yet?“
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virtual-minotaur · 5 days
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sudsy-2oap · 8 months
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Worlds most annoying computer virus.
(Close-ups under the cut.. I just figured out how to do that !!)
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neurotonic · 12 days
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Prism's robots are very charming. They're sweet and silly in their dorkiness. Especially robutler. I love that guy so much. I don't know if this extends to the other robots, but I find it sooo funny that robutler looks up to Phoenix as a role model for being the coolest spy you can be. Even when he tries to kill you he's doing it with honor, talking about passing on the torch or something. Like. Is Prism aware of this? Did robutler form those opinions on his own??? Did Prism talk to her lil bobots and said "this agent is too cool and awesome. Their swag is too much. We have to kill them" ???? Like I'm so interested in where this came from. I imagine they had to have some form of reference for what makes the best agent. It's just funny to me that they also have to kill them because of said awesomeness.
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cherrywperson · 1 year
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PLEASE REBLOG
im making this post since i havent seen anyone talk about this here on tumblr.
trigger warning: grooming and nsfw mentions
@ eechytooru is a groomer.
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previously known as teenbeeny back in the object show community, she groomed a 12 year old and made nsfw art of them amongst other things. she seems to have moved to the tawog fandom on here after she was called out.
for more information see these links:
eechy/teenbeeny on tumblr
eechy/teenbeeny's actions
PLEASE reblog and spread this around. unfollow and block. i dont want to see this gross bastard around.
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animatorfun · 10 months
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Some dibs i like
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Horribledisgusting creature… love this thang
Mainly just re-posting these specific ones because I like them individually but they  were drawn as like a collection, but I didn’t really like the rest that much
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09lover · 2 months
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its not letting me answer the ask HELP.but HIHIII!!! I think i jist saw the raccoon png once and never again…. VURSEYOU TUMBLR BUT THANK YOU WISHING YOU WELL AS WELL!!!
@ispreadrabieslikewildfire
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radioroxx · 7 months
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all the hw2 and ggy speculation is so funny to me because like. does anyone else remember when the book first came out and everyone freaked out about the “gregory is patient 46” implication?
i dont think ANYONE liked it at the time. im sure there was some, but for the most part people shoved the book aside and ignored it for months. and then people started speculating about the mimic being burntrap + glitchtrap, and ggy became popular again.
and now its like…. thats my son! my little murder guy. dr rabbit himself. they grow up so fast. love that guy
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oso-nan · 2 years
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corkscrew rules!
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lonereaper · 4 months
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is this the first time that youve ever seen aurora borealis crush mankind
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dreamybasil · 4 months
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WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it is iii ......
JUPE THE AWESOME
give me allll your orange joe !!!!!!!!!!!!
EWIJNFIAEWKNHFQNFHOINEW
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I don't have any
Aubrey left some cans of grape juice though, you want that? I think it was Grape Lala..
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Agoraphobic Barkface is so interesting idk ever since I read it it’s all I can think about. Does their agoraphobia stem from any event in their life? It probably won’t be shown in the story but as a person who has agoraphobic tendencies it’s just like melted into my mind and I need to know about them
I’d like to be able rewrite some of the Super Editions from canon, alongside a few entirely new ones (on characters such as Monarchmask, Sol, maybe Snowtuft, etc) so perhaps we’ll get a Voleface SE someday where I can go into heavier detail ;)
While it’s not shown in Ignite, Voleface’s agoraphobia does in fact stem from some events in his life!
I’ve always read Barkface as someone who is very externally calm and collected, but on the inside is wracked with anxiety and near-constant worry, trying to alleviate his own sense of fear by offering a helping hand to others… though perhaps that was just my own projection coming into play. But even still, I wanted to dig into that a little deeper when it came to constructing Purrheale Voleface!
His agoraphobia developed properly much later on in his life, after the death of their brother, Shrewclaw, though it definitely had some warnings before it’s eventual drop. He had some difficulties when it came to regulating his anxiety (especially when it came to his family; his parents died very early on in his life), and had a period of time in his life where he would steal and abuse herbs in an attempt to make himself calm. His agoraphobia is also regulated mostly to large crowds; he tends to stay in his den often, regularly avoids Gatherings, and tries not to put himself in or near crowds. Magpietail is also a huge help to him.
Prior to her death, he was also getting help from Purrheale Sagewhisker of the Fenland! They worked on exposure therapy together, alongside systematic desensitization. He’s really struggled in the aftermath of her death, but, well… the Moorswept won’t have to deal with crowds for a while.
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goldenguillotines · 1 year
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I curse everyone with this and go back to my lair (under my blankets with an ice pack on my face)
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