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[lazylittledragon]

nomad boyfriend comes back for a visit

obviously there are some extras for the patr0ns <3

[proxycrit]

I interrupt my zelda posting with caitvi because Arcane changed my brain chemistry

(ight, now i go back on hiatus! If you want to see my sketchbook which I WILL be posting until the day I wither, check out patreon! Now excuse me as i crawl back into my warm little den)

((Im also currently significantly more active on my instagram posting commission work, if you wanna see it :0))

Edit: ah dang it the hyperfixation’s set in.

[dricacchi]

john and yellow: "men suffer in silence" then why am i always hearing about it

[arrietty-rune]

New Sea World screenshots yippeeee !! I needed to finish them haha

Sorry for the horrible english in both pics and ALT text orz

[whumpacabra]

I don’t have a posted DNI for a few reasons but in this case I’ll be crystal clear:

I do not want people who use AI in their whump writing (generating scenarios, generating story text, etc.) to follow me or interact with my posts. I also do not consent to any of my writing, posts, or reblogs being used as inputs or data for AI.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

There's probably discrimination between fresh and saltwater merfolk, maybe between different depths of the sea too

I can imagine there's a rule of

If you blink and see a merfolk swimming towards you looking for a bite, that's a seafolk.

If you blink and you see a mer that wasn't there before, that's a freshwater folk.

If you blink and wake up in heaven, it was a swampfolk

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

Reblog this and tell me something beautiful, lovelier than usual.

[damthosefandoms]

“what’re you doin’ there, ponyboy?” darry asks warily, stopping on his way up the front porch steps. his kid brother is crouched there by the stairs, digging a hole in mama’s prized garden with a spoon.

pony doesn’t look up. all of seven years old, he’s off in his own world more often than not, and darry just doesn’t quite understand him. he shouldn’t have even asked; there’s always something inexplicable going through the kid’s mind and darry can’t seem to put rhyme or reason behind any of it.

but today he’s in a good mood; he made the cut for the junior high’s football team, and he’s maybe the first kid from the east side ever to do that because those coaches are biased as hell, but darry was simply too good to ignore. and it’s real nice not being ignored, so he figures he shouldn’t ignore ponyboy either.

ponyboy jumps about a mile as if he hadn’t even heard the car door slam or darry and dad chatting up a storm, or dad getting the lawnmower out of the shed, or the million other sounds of their neighborhood. he looks up and there’s dirt under his nails and darry has to try not to laugh. he could never say it out loud but his littlest brother is kind of adorable sometimes.

“i’m planting seeds,” pony says, all matter-of-factly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he rolls his eyes at darry—ever since he started being aware he could do that he’s been doing it at everything anybody says to him. it’s gotten him in trouble with mama and dad a ton but at least he’s enjoying himself.

“seeds?” darry prods. gardening is not pony’s strong suit.

“apple seeds! soda and johnny are in the kitchen eating so many apples right now an’ we’re gonna start an orchard and make a real living offa it so dad can buy us a pool for next summer.”

darry stares at the kid. processes.

“a whole orchard, huh?”

pony nods innocently.

“how many apples have y’all eaten today?”

“like… nineteen at least.”

“uh-huh. sounds like a stomach ache waitin’ to happen. does mama know you’re digging up her garden?”

pony stares at darry with the biggest doe eyes he has ever seen. his mouth is wide open. dad’s swearing at the broken lawnmower in the backyard loud enough the whole neighborhood can hear; pony winces. he rushes to wipe the dirt off his hands—right onto his shirt—and he grabs the spoon and his pile of apple seeds and the empty soda bottle he was using as a makeshift watering can and begs darry not to tell.

darry chuckles at him, watches the kid sloppily try to clean up his mess and get into the house, and he easily catches pony by the arm when he trips up the steps, stopping the kid from busting his chin on the concrete stairs for the third time this year.

sometimes he doesn’t know what he would do without his little brothers around to keep him entertained.

[wolfisblank]

Two similar takes I've seen, but different in a key way:

"I don't like human Loop designs because I like them having to adjust to their new life and learn to live with it." Cool, interesting. Form symbolizing a person forever changed, but not in need of "fixing". I can see this angle

"I don't like human Loop designs because I like them having to live with the consequences of their actions." what.

[potatobugz]

here are a bunch of doodles i did during the process of writing tptbu chapter 2 <|:)

[horribleprotagonist]

my favorite dex headcannon ever is that he has a peanut allergy. that's my stupid guy, he'll die if he eats a reeses cup

[kiwibirbkat]

A Quick Break

They were supposed to be training. That went out the window about 30 minutes in, when they took a "break", devolving into just giving up on training and chatting.

They were sitting around the school bus when Aiden got bored and announced he was going for snacks. Taylor went along with him seeing as she was also kinda bored. Logan was going to stay in the bus, but Ashlyn gave him a pleading look and he went with them.

So now Tyler, Ben, and Ashlyn sat around the bus, Tyler and Ben discussing something random (Ben talking through notes app) while an obviously tense Ashlyn fiddled with her bracelet. That was until she spoke up.

"... can you guys promise not to freak out when- if I die?"

They stared at her in confusion before Tyler finally spoke. "Ashlyn what the hell? Of course we're going to freak out if you die? And that's such a random question? What the fuck even prompted that question?"

Ashlyn shook her hands to stop them from asking any more after seeing Ben start to type. "Let me explain- if I die, even if they won't necessarily care, the group is going to need a leader. If I die, I want you two to step up and lead the group. You two are some of the strongest in our little group, and I think your strength combined with the bonds you have with some of the others will make you the best candidates to lead if I die."

'Ok, SLOW DOWN' Ben's text to speech voice chimed in. '1, why are you so worried about dying? Sure, we're in a death realm every night, but none of us have croaked yet, and you're clearly strong, so why do you think you're going to die?' Tyler nods along, waiting for Ben to finish. 'And 2, what's this about the others not caring if you died?'

"Yeah, even if we didn't care about you, Taylor and Logan are both heart throbs and would definitely be upset if you died!" Tyler was uncharacteristically concerned for someone outside of his family.

"Calm down, calm down, let me explain. I'm not worried about dying, we just live in a death realm as you said, and if I die, the group will need a leader." Ashlyn rubs her forehead, this interaction not going as smoothly as she expected.

Ben and Tyler were staring at her. 'You've been thinking about death and the only thing you're worried about is the group needing a leader?'

"That's not the only thing- whatever this isn't what's important right now! Promise me that if I die, no matter how gruesome my death is, you won't freak out! The others will need a leader, and I need you two to be those leaders! Promise me!"

Ben and Tyler were once again staring at her, but for a different reason than before, seeing as this was one of the only bursts of emotions she's had around them.

After a few seconds, the robotic voice was activated. 'If it's that important to you, I promise to lead the others if you die.'

"Me too, I guess…"

Ashlyn sighed, nodding, when Tyler spoke up again. "But seriously, what was that about the others not caring if you died?"

Ashlyn glared at him. "That's not important right now."

'and the when in your first ask?'

Ashlyn groaned. "It was just a slip up!"

"You aren't planning anything stupid, are you?"

Ashlyn's head snapped up. "Wha- no! Why would I plan my death when I need to lead the others? As much as I trust you two to lead the group, I'm not dying just yet."

Tyler and Ben were about to argue when Taylor, Aiden, and Logan walked back in, carrying bags of snacks. "What's this about death?" Aiden asked with a curious grin, tilting his head.

Ashlyn sighed. "Nothing. And why did you guys bring so many snacks? We're just taking a break!"

Logan piped up. "Sorry Ashlyn, I tried to control them, but they couldn't make a decision on what they wanted, so they just grabbed everything…"

Ben and Tyler finally stopped staring at Ashlyn, and it wasn't brought up again, but they did glance at Ashlyn throughout the rest of the "break."

They never finished that training.

[an-albino-pinetree]

Just for fun, do you guys have any ship name ideas for Poplin and Jax?

Friends have thought of “PopJax” and “PorcelainPranks”

[kortinarius-archerus]

Happy Christmas!!

I wanted to give something to my friends this year, so I made this little drawing for y'all :)

@my-mom-named-me-duck @wreckrinho @crayoneater12 @souhmme this is for you guys

Ducky is knitting a scarf cuz... Idk, they have the vibes of someone who would knit

Wrecker baked cookies and burned his hands (i just forgot to draw the gloves)

Crayon is decorating the christmas tree

And Souhmme is writing a letter to Santa Claus

[whump-in-the-closet]

my life became a lot easier when I realized I do not in fact have to come up with long worded, Oscar-Wilde level descriptors.

I can simply say “they walked across the floor.” And I don’t?? Have!?? To describe the tiling?? Or the length of their stride?? Or say the lighting is opaque or luminescent or skittering across the walls??

I can just say what happened?? Ie. they got from one side of the room to the other.

[strangelittlestories]

If you are to undertake this journey into the Fitful Lands, where the Dream encroaches onto this world, then beware the Subego Tree.

It is a pernicious creature, for it has not distinct shape or bark or pattern of leaf. It mimics whatever forest or glade it grows in. You can tell it from the others for it will offer the greatest shade, hold the most raindrops from your back, promise you the sweetest shelter.

You must learn to read these signs if you will travel close to the realm of Hypnos. That which has crawled from those territories will feel as real as anything Waking, for a party of your mind will always recognise it as familiar. As *known*.

This is the trick, you must learn to loosen your perceptions and listen when dreamlings whisper too loud that they are true.

You might also know the Tree by the dreams you have when you rest beneath it. But, of course, by then it will be too late. When you sleep under its boughs, your subconscious will spin stories that are ... not quite prophecies. They are paths you can walk. Journeys you could take. The shadow you could cast if only you grew into your best self.

You will wake feeling full of potential and possibility.

This is a tragic lie, for this is exactly what the Subego steals from you.

It plants its seeds like burrs in your mind. And as they begin to spread their psychic roots, they will reach out through probability for the direction with the most energy.

It is not just a cognito-hazard. It is a farivore. A devourer of destiny.

Left to its own devices, it will spread through the whole landscape of your psyche, replacing your strand in the web of fate with a bright green shoot.

You will find yourself thinking hubristic thoughts. You will make choices that sow narrative. You will be twisted into a lesson.

Somehow, your story will end with you walking alone into a quiet natural place. And whether it is a punishment, an escape or an ascension, you will become a tree.

And then, someday, another poor traveller will sleep beneath your branches.

If you catch this infection in time, however, there is a cure. Though it barely deserves the name.

You see, the seed is too aggressive and too tenacious. Wound all around the core of you, and the core of the you-that-will-be, if you tear it out then it will extend its thorns and rip your mind to shreds.

So the treatment is this: surgical psychic removal of the entire ego.

Luckily, the mind is complex and the mind is malleable. The sense of inner self the Tree has planted its seed in is an illusion. A composite of soul and needs and memory; a hodgepodge of living burning data stored in electricity, spirit and meat-chemistry.

But the seed believes this illusion. It relies on it.

So when you remove it, the seed will not even notice it has lost its prey.

Then all that's left is the harrowing work of rebuilding your identity, feeling like a stranger in the jagged cavern of body and soul that remains. Wondering if your destiny even still belongs to you.

Oh, and of course, you should probably also kill whatever grows out of the seed that is eating your old ego.