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#i have no idea why i did this
five-and-dimes · 1 year
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Sleeping Beauty-esque au where Dream wants to Stop Living but doesn’t want to go through making someone be his replacement (being Dream of the Endless is so hard, how cruel would it be to subject that role to someone else?) and it occurs to him that he is the Dreaming and the Dreaming is him so what if he just… took one of those out of the equation? As long as there is a Dreaming then technically there is a Dream even if he’s not human-shaped anymore and so one day he goes into one of the gardens and he lays down and closes his eyes and lets Dream the Person sink into Dream the Place. 
Matthew comes looking for him and gets lost because his magic-raven-senses, which are supposed to always know where Dream is, are telling him he’s everywhere?? And finally he stumbles upon a body, still breathing but with moss and ivy and briars slowly growing around him, a living body being reclaimed by nature and Matther naturally freaks the fuck out, clawing at the plants and pecking at Dream’s hands and pulling his hair to try to wake him but all it does is make the ivy grow faster and he’s pushed back by a gust of wind that feels like a sigh. 
Cursing as loud as a raven is capable of, he books it back to Lucienne, and it takes a few minutes for her to make sense of his panicked cawing but then she is dropping the book in her hands and rushing to call anyone she can think of, which includes both the rest of the Endless and also one particular immortal human because that’s how desperate she feels. 
And then it’s a line of people taking turns sitting next to Dream the Body, gently pushing back the greenery around him, some of them sobbing when they see how the plants are starting to grow through him, and the body is still breathing but it’s decomposing, sinking deeper into the landscape, and it’s hard to tell but they think Fiddler’s Green is crying, pleading with the Dreaming itself to walk on two legs again. 
I think eventually Hob, who has been coming and speaking every night in his sleep, trying to bribe and barter and goad his friend to come back to them, finally snaps when he comes and sees Dream’s body completely covered by moss and vines, looking for all the world like just an uneven patch of field, and he thrusts his hands into the earth and physically tears Dream out, standing and dragging him away from the plants that reach to take him back, and he starts sobbing and screaming about how Dream isn’t getting rid of him that easily, Hob is immortal by stubbornness alone, if Dream thinks he won’t fall in love with a goddamn patch of grass he’s got another thing coming, he wants Dream to walk with him and live with him, but if he has to marry Dream the Place then that’s what he’ll do, he will make the realm itself his husband and spend eternity nurturing it, give whole new meaning to the term “husbandry”. And the ivy is crawling up Dream’s body, trying to pull him out of Hob’s arms, but before it can cover Dream’s face Hob is kissing him for all he’s worth. 
And then the ivy slows, and the wind seems to shudder, and the land is still but Hob thinks he feels a separating within it, like the red sea parting beneath a blessed hand, and it takes a moment, because so much of Dream has spread like roots throughout the Dreaming and it’s hard in so many different ways to pull it all back into himself, but Hob holds him through it, peppering his face with kisses as the earth falls away from his withered body and being a person again hurts, but Hob’s love soothes it like a balm. 
And then he awakens, opening his eyes for the first time in months, cradled in Hob’s arms, with soft memories of everyone who had tried to bring him back because they wanted him back, and he is still so tired, but. But maybe, he thinks, being awake, being here, is not so bad if there is someone to hold him like this.
Hob kisses him again.
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squigglyscribble · 10 months
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Quick drawing of Viren and Aaravos smooshing lips.
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sillyrabbit81 · 1 year
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Drunk Sherlock
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honeygrahambitch · 1 year
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How many times did you watch it
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jacky-rubou · 1 year
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I just went down a small baby name meaning rabbit hole and discovered what Stan and Ford's names mean. I'm not sure why but I did.
I searched for Ford's full name and nickname for good measure.
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yes I know the name Stanford was probably because of the university if anything but stony river seems fitting in a way (I say river over just ford like the first screenshot because that's what ford means anyway according to the second one). I am not sure why, but it does.
and then I searched for Stan's full name. But his nickname means the same as his full name so I didn't bother adding it here too... ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
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That's interesting. I think it does fit Stan. But I'll leave that to y'all because i don't know.
(these are very apparently written by different people btw)
oh also-
(click on photo bcuz tumblr dumb)
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Stetson being suggested as a good sibling name for Stanford is funny when you consider Stan's 'Stetson Pinefield' alias haha.
I looked for Dipper but couldn't find definitions until I just used Mason. His is the obvious 'stone mason' or one who works with stone, stuff like that. but one of the sibling name suggestions was Maple which was super funny to me because it's what Soos apparently believed Mabel's name was haha.
Mabel means lovable, and I couldn't agree more.
other than that, that's pretty much what I found in the pines family haha.
here's the site I was using btw.
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kurusa-arts · 2 years
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KIRBY 64
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RIPPLE STAR IS CORRUPT. DARK MATTER IS FUEL. DARK STAR IS FULL.
Also the version without a title:
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i read all of Sherlock Holmes stories and novels in the last couple of weeks and for some reason I took notes of when Watson talks about Holmes' character or manners:
He likes praise, but only from a few:
I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 25).
A flush of colour sprang to Holmes's pale cheeks, and he bowed to us like the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience. It was at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning machine, and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause. The same singularly proud and reserved nature which turned away with disdain from popular notoriety was capable of being moved to its depths by spontaneous wonder and praise from a friend.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 475).
He does not have many friends/is unsociable
Some friend of yours, perhaps?” “Except yourself I have none,” he answered. “I do not encourage visitors.”
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 179).
I was never a very sociable fellow, Watson, always rather fond of moping in my rooms and working out my own little methods of thought,
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 301).
He wakes up late(?)
He was a late riser, as a rule,
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 211).
He has a considerable ego
I was repelled by the egotism which I had more than once observed to be a strong factor in my friend's singular character.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 257).
He doesn't like to exercise or take walks but eats very less. Also he likes cocaine.
Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise's sake.
...but his diet was usually of the sparest, and his habits were simple to the verge of austerity. Save for the occasional use of cocaine, he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug as a protest against the monotony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninteresting.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 283).
He was neat but quite messy, cluttered living space kind of guy
he was the neatest and most methodical of mankind, and although also he affected a certain quiet primness of dress, he was none the less in his personal habits one of the most untidy men that ever drove a fellow-lodger to distraction.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 311).
I find a man who keeps his cigars in the coal-scuttle, his tobacco in the toe end of a Persian slipper, and his unanswered correspondence transfixed by a jack-knife into the very centre of his wooden mantelpiece,
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 311).
with that cat-like love of personal cleanliness which was one of his characteristics,
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 595).
He operated on bursts on energy followed by bouts of doing nothing
I have mentioned somewhere in these incoherent memoirs, the outbursts of passionate energy when he performed the remarkable feats with which his name is associated were followed by reactions of lethargy during which he would lie about with his violin and his books, hardly moving save from the sofa to the table.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 311).
He was not a country mouse
Appreciation of Nature found no place among his many gifts,
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 339).
He didn't like 'women' but was very nice to them irl. Also he didn't like talking about his family.
His aversion to women and his disinclination to form new friendships were both typical of his unemotional character, not more so than his complete suppression of every reference to his own people.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 348).
I may have remarked before that Holmes had, when he liked, a peculiarly ingratiating way with women, and that he very readily established terms of confidence with them.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 493).
..he had a remarkable gentleness and courtesy in his dealings with women. He disliked and distrusted the sex, but he was always a chivalrous opponent.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 758).
He liked being dramatic
"Watson here will tell you that I never can resist a touch of the dramatic."
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 372).
He didn’t suffer fools gladly
Three years had certainly not smoothed the asperities of his temper or his impatience with a less active intelligence than his own.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 390).
He didn’t like to eat when he was working
My friend had no breakfast himself, for it was one of his peculiarities that in his more intense moments he would permit himself no food, and I have known him presume upon his iron strength until he has fainted from pure inanition.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 402).
He could be quite bossy when he needed to be
The strong, masterful personality of Holmes dominated the tragic scene, and all were equally puppets in his hands.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 427).
Partly it came no doubt from his own masterful nature, which loved to dominate and surprise those who were around him. Partly also from his professional caution, which urged him never to take any chances.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 607).
There was a calm assurance of power in Holmes's manner which could not be withstood.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 785).
He did not like to be away from what was familiar/Baker Street/and other miscellaneous neurodivergent traits
My friend's temper had not improved since he had been deprived of the congenial surroundings of Baker Street. Without his scrap-books, his chemicals, and his homely untidiness, he was an uncomfortable man.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 477).
Without having a tinge of cruelty in his singular composition, he was undoubtedly callous from long over-stimulation.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 623).
“I hate to have my things touched, Watson. You know that I hate it."
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 760).
He had an odd sense of humour
Holmes's ideas of humour are strange and occasionally offensive,
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 768).
He relapsed at once into the half-humorous, half-cynical vein which was his habitual attitude to those about him.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 784).
Miscellaneous
He had an almost hypnotic power of soothing when he wished.
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 732).
That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world. “Holmes!” I cried—“Holmes!”
Conan Doyle, Arthur. The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Tales of a Consulting Detective (p. 595).
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soccerpunching · 9 months
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Kidou to Endou and Sakuma: You are the craziest man I've ever known /pos
Kidou to Gouenji, Shirou, Demonio, Haizaki: You are insane (affectionate)
Kidou to Gouenji, Fudou, Kazemaru: You are insane (derogatory)
Kidou to Genda: Let's marry in my room with my penguin plushies as witnesses
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multidumrf · 1 year
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I decided to post this here cuz why not? I actually have no idea why I just draw this image. Btw, the little man in the middle is my main oc (Feel free to caption the scene lol)
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raysomii · 11 months
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From throwing-up to growing up
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silly-slicker · 1 year
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Made this masterpiece lmao
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wrylywriting · 2 years
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no one:
dolphins:
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luckyredeyes · 1 year
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How “Barbie As the Princess and the Pauper” Should Have Ended
/2nd spoken verse of “A Girl Like You”/
Anneliese: So, you’re a singer!
Erika: No, I work in Madame Carp’s penitentiary— I mean, Dress Emporium.
Anneliese: I love Madame Carp’s dresses!
Erika: I made the one you’re wearing!
Anneliese: You made this?? The design looks so complicated!
Erika: Girl, are you for — okay, that’s it, stop the music. STOP THE MUSIC!
/music stops/
Erika: What’s wrong with you?!
Anneliese: Huh?
Erika: That’s your biggest concern?! You literally just saw my boss garnish the money I made from busking, and your first question is, “How do she make my dress?” Are you kidding me??
Anneliese: I — I just…
Erika: I literally just told you, in song, about my terrible living and working conditions! And then you sang back with your stupid “I eat cookies and get foot rubs” verse! I bet your next line was gonna be that we have the same 24 hours.
Anneliese: Uh….
Erika: But I didn’t say anything! I still tried to identify with you here! Even though you’re literally the most privileged person in the kingdom, I still tried to understand how it could be hard to live with the pressure and expectations of power and status. You could at least do the same! But no, my obvious struggles with poverty and systematic classism just bounced right off of your blonde head! Do you think I’m doing this for fun?! No! I am up to my eyeballs in debt!
Anneliese: I just meant —
Erika: Aw, forget it! You’re totally not a girl like me! I’m out of here!!!
[Mattel stock plummets]
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that-one-gay-bitch · 1 year
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Ik it's dead, but I think we all knew this was coming...
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AMONG US MAN-
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tinygothgremlin · 2 years
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No one:
Me trying to figure out if where I live is a town or a village:
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