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noiji-abxy · 5 months
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Ichiya-Front-Roe -> Noiji-ABXY
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brotherconstant · 2 months
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FOUNDATION ➤ Timestamp Roulette 2x03 King and Commoner 🧡 @1st-time-caller-long-time-lurker 🧡
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baby-dollinkz · 5 months
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oh no.
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me when i forget to post a drawing for an entire week
gonna go draw more funny hat game art now
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my Inkblot account for those who just wanna see my silly art
commission page for when the art do be tasty lookin
Art belongs to me
do not steal/trace/copy or i get you
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revletter · 5 months
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Have some Geno angst, as a treat:
Geno's an accomplished and capable guardian star. In his thousands of years of life, he's seen his share of pretty heavy stuff.
But for a star, lasting traumatic memories aren't...
(cw: PTSD-related feelings - more after cut)
... so much about what they've seen.
Yes, it's true that terrible sights can still haunt a star - just like they can any other conscious mind with a sense of sight. But the thing is, light travels fast. Stars emit it constantly. So with time and patience over the decades and centuries, the sharpest aspects of an awful sight can gradually erode and lift away.
Sound, though? Sound is slower; it lingers longer. Sound leaves waves resonating at length through what it touched, their residual tremors sometimes persisting long after the source is gone. And when you're out far enough in deep space, sound really doesn't travel away from you at all.
On the bright side, that's one reason why stars are so fit to work with wishes. But that aptitude and that burden go hand in hand.
Your friend Geno, ever the quick one, is absolutely the type to spot you fumbling that fragile object before you even realize you are. He never makes a big deal of snatching it out of the air like a hawk, averting your tiny disaster. There's always kindness in it. But it's not completely altruistic.
He probably won't say much if an unexpected shattering sound happens near him; he's not the complaining type. But if you're really paying attention, and know him well enough to know his tells, you'll notice that for some time afterward he'll seem just a little more quiet, a little more stoic, a little more wooden than usual.
And he knows he's got world-class resting grump face, so he's prepared. You've heard him say it to plenty of people: "I'm happy to be here, I promise! Sometimes I just forget people can't tell when I'm shining!"
The part he never mentions is, people also can't tell when he can't.
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fooltofancy · 7 months
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sure need to put some uh. work. into becoming less insane.
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botaniqueer · 1 year
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Fruit adventure updates: managed to eat the cacao and sow the seeds (as opposed to accidentally letting them rot like last time). Cacao is such a weird fruit. Also it tastes exactly like mango to me. The seeds also have a weird “tectonic plate” sort of texture and come apart like puzzle chunks as well.
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Now to open up and freeze the durian once it’s defrosted so that I can open it. (Because they tend to be frozen I can’t use the seeds to pirate plants.😔)
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This plushie is so perfectly sized for rainbow high dolls
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iniini · 2 years
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Template by unfinished projects galore more info under cut
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Dorm:Ramshackle
Pronouns:They/Them
Best subjects:Potionology
Worst subject:Practical magic
Twisted from:Ortensia the cat
Nicknames
Catfish(Floyd) I should come up with a better name
Petit Jardiniére(Rook)
Personality
Ori is an impulsive kid with boundless energy. A social butterfly Ori loves hanging out and helping others the best they can.However they don’t want to ever come of as “rude” so they never refuse a request or invitation,they don’t ask for anything themselves, or they’ll find anyway they can return the favor(as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody or kill them).This however does leave Ori to be easily taken advantage of they often need to be reminded by friends that they need to take a break.
Despite being high energy and impulsive Ori usually takes real good care of their indoor plants since it’s just been a habit. It just feels like a normal part of their shedual, and flowers(also mushrooms though they never thought to grow their own) just make them happy and a little bit of boring maintenance is worth it to them.though they usually sing songs they’ve personally made up to make this less boring.(Annette from fire emblem vibes)
Relationships
Friends: Ace, Deuce, Grim, Jack, Jade, Mallow
Fun facts
Dominate hand:right
Family:A father and little brother
Favorite food:Tea cookies
Least favorite food:Pineapples(they don’t like sour foods in general)
Hobbies:Gardening,singing, and painting
Talent: memorization(if it’s about something their interested in)
Ori and Mallow are not human(formally so) they both live in a world where animals walk and talk except fish and insects so like animal crossing. The sky is yellow and the grass is red in this world. Why is Ori not a beastman :3 because of convoluted reasons that will stay in my head for now
Ori’s jacket tail can move though it seems to be subconscious when this is pointed out to them it stops
Ori needs some sort of white noise to sleep soundly
Ori see’s Grim as a little brother
They sound like Tails from sonic the hedgehog
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This is what Ori used look like btw
My ramblings on “backstory”
Ghost in a cat shaped body
(I might edit this as time goes on I’m no writer I have many ideas but like no skill whatsoever to communicate them)
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GOD been thinking about my OCs (instead of insecticides as I should) and!! I have this deity, their name is Lady Mallow, she's the God of death and a bunch of things more. And like, I'm going to talk about her!
Lady Mallow's main form are mallows (of course) but, also, that of a human. In most stories, she'll actually be represented as a human (exact descriptions vary but all agree that they're always surrounded by mist as if difficult to see or comprehend fully)
So, because I don't want my cats to be weirdly xenophobic towards outsiders and all their lifestyles, clan cats actually look at kittypets with a mix of confusion and awe.
To them, humans are wildcards, sometimes they take you away forever, they can be dangerous, they drive prey away, they are clumsy and obsessed with touching! the things that they do make no sense! But, making cats live longer? Not getting sick at all? How?
At first their concept of a deity of death was nebolous, it didn't have any shape. As they started to develop burying rituals tough, they noticed that mallows would grow on the places where their loved ones laid. This soon started to form an idea.
However, Lady Mallow's relation to humans wouldn't come until much later and thanks to Silvereye, a Mountainclan seer. You see, Silvereye got extremely sick at some point in his life. It came to a point in which everyone knew he would die. But instead of accepting death, Silvereye told his clanmates that he had received a vision and that he was to leave to the humans. His clanmates made it so that he was found by a human and carried away. Everyone thought they would never see him again, but! They did! And Silvereye was stronger and healthier than ever. He spoke tales of weird medicines and of falling asleep and waking up smelling odd. He also spoke about the human who had nursed him back to health, of how all she had wanted in exchange was love! How strange!
Silvereye continued to have a normal life in his clan but, for some reason, he just didn't die! He lived longer than all his clanmates and never got sick much. Because he lived so long, there were many the generations that heard his stories and, after his death, those would go on to inspire the mythos every cat knows today.
Of course, many other would join in. Sparkbelly of Seaclan, who was handed over to humans as a sickly child by her grieving mother, and Russetclaw of Brookclan, a warrior turned seer who miraculously survived extreme wounds and infection. Both of them would go through similar experiences and would add to Lady Mallow's stories with those of their own, quickly solidifying humans as creatures related to her.
As to why humans love cats and are willing to serve them, well...
"There's this story, it's a sad one, it tells of a mother that is about to lose all her kittens to sickness, famine and predators. Of a mother that wouldn't stop crying and wailing for she couldn't live without her dear children. So miserable her cries were that even the mallows took pity on her."
"When the Lady appeared she tried to console the mother, she told her that death was her friend and it would receive her kittens in warm paws offering nothing but relief of their hunger, tiredness and hopelessness. Yet it only made the mother's heart break more."
"So she asked the cat what she could do to stop her cries. The mother answered she wanted no more than to protect her kittens of all tragedies, to make sure they all lived happily and, when death came to them, that it was only due to old age."
"Lady Mallow, as merciful and pious as is, decided to transform the mother into a new creature, one resembling themself, so that she had the power to help fullfil her wish. The mother took her offspring and, grateful as she was, swore to the Lady that she would forever care for catkind. Thus her children, and those who followed in her care, survived, were happy and died of old age"
(quick explanation/context time! In Spanish 'criar malvas'='to grow mallows' and it means being dead! This expression comes form the fact that mallows grow well in any soil here in Spain, being able of growing in really poor ground. Back in the day, where cemetary grounds where umkept, these flowers would grow everywhere giving the impression that the flowers where using human bodies as fertilizer. In this case, my cats would try to keep their cemeteries from growing certain types of plants such as thistles or foul smelling plants that would make cats uncomfotable spending time there. This artificial selection of plants eventually made some plants (mallows) grow more than others! Giving the impression that they were, somehow, related to death. Nowadays mallows are sacred and a very important part of burying rituals.)
Lady Mallow uses she/her and they/them pronouns.
I'll try to write more about her in the future! I really like this concept I've came up with honestly.
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honeydewresortaskblog · 2 months
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Happy valentine's day remember that we all (platonically) love and appreciate you
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noiji-abxy · 10 months
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Going home from my first ever concert! It was fun!
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agooberscast · 2 years
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📖 Shortstack Erin and slightly staller shortstack Mallow
Cue a 3′ 10″ Erin being here. Nearly almost spherical in nature. As wide as she is tall and she is so donked up! Wow, her bahonkers are so big too! And tummy! So round!!
Nearby, Mallow is now 4′ 03″ and also very stacked. She is just short of the short-stacked, but it is more evened out on her. Hourglass, much?
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butterflybloodbarf · 2 years
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who squishes the squish?
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togrowoldinv · 5 months
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Hot Chocolate
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
The family plus Yelena spends time decorating for the holidays
Note: Very soft stuff here y’all. Enjoy it!
Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist
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Soft music fills the room as Natasha watches the scene before her.
You’re at the coffee table putting toppings on everyone’s hot chocolate. Belle is right by your side, telling you how many marshmallows she wants.
Ali and Ivan are standing by the tree, arguing about what tree topper will look best. Taylor and Jack sit by the fireplace in their cozy winter clothes.
Yelena and Fanny are on the couch chilling. She only offers her input to poke fun at Natasha or if one of the kids sweettalk her into helping with the tree. Belle’s sweet words and eyes usually do the trick.
Later on, the team will be over for a late Thanksgiving and early holiday celebration.
Natasha has no idea how she ended up this lucky. She catches your eye, and you share a soft smile with her.
“Belle, can you ask Mama how many marshmallows she wants?” You ask the little girl.
She stands from beside you and waltzes over to Natasha, undoubtedly her favorite mom. Belle reaches her arms up and Nat lifts her up to settle on her hips.
“Hi printsessa,” Natasha greets her.
“Hi Mama,” Belle replies. “How many mallows do you want?”
“Hm,” Natasha pretends to think hard. “What about 100?”
“100?!” Belle asks, her mouth dropping. She turns her head to you. “Mommy, do we have enough room for 100?”
“No, we do not,” you say, a chuckle following her reaction. “Ask Mama to give you a reasonable number please.”
“You’re no fun,” Natasha pouts.
“It’s okay, Mama. I’ll get you as many as I can,” Belle says before squirming out of Nat’s arms.
Natasha grins and walks around the couch. She places a soft hand on Ali and Ivan’s shoulders as she makes her way around the room. Taylor reaches for her, and she easily brings the girl into her arms. She drops a kiss to Jack’s head before she walks to sit next to Yelena.
“What no motherly hug or kiss for me?” Yelena jokes.
“Oh, my bad,” Natasha says. She grins mischievously.
Yelena gets up from the couch quickly and Natasha follows her, leaving Taylor on the couch. The two women chase each other with no regard for the furniture or the tree.
“Hey! Both of you stop right now,” you turn on your mom voice. All of the kids’ ears perk up. Natasha halts immediately. She looks at you to see a serious face. “No horseplay in the house.”
“Sorry, detka,” Natasha says. She nudges Yelena’s shoulder.
“Oh, yes. Sorry, y/n,” Yelena says.
“It’s okay,” you say. “It’s hot chocolate time.”
“Yay!” Taylor cheers from the couch. Yelena reaches over and lifts the girl up, throwing her in the air and catching her a few times until Taylor is giggling too much to continue.
Natasha makes her way to help you pass out the drinks. She then settles next to you on the recliner. You’re practically sitting in her lap, but she isn’t complaining.
“What does everyone want to make sure we do this year for the holidays?” Natasha asks.
The kids think while Yelena speaks up first.
“Can we have a big holiday party?” Yelena asks.
“We’re literally doing that in two hours,” Nat replies.
“What? I’m not dressed!” Yelena panics. She runs upstairs and you all laugh at her.
Natasha keeps the conversation going, “Al, what about you?”
“A Christmas movie marathon,” Ali says.
“Great answer,” you reply. “Ivan?”
“A cookie decorating contest,” he says.
“Everything is a contest for you,” Ali says, huffing with annoyance.
“That’s because I’m talented as hell,” Ivan says.
“Language!” Natasha scolds him.
You can’t help but laugh as she realizes she’s turning into Steve. Belle raises her hand like she’s in school. Nat calls on her.
“I want to read Christmas bedtime stories every night,” Belle says.
“Now that’s an idea,” you say.
“Yeah, we can do that baby,” Natasha agrees. Belle grins from ear to ear. “Jack attack, what about you?”
“Um, I don’t know. Maybe go see some lights,” Jack says.
“There’s some displays in town. We could definitely go,” you say. “And that leaves Miss Taylor.”
“Yeah, what do you want to do for Christmas, Taylor?” Jack asks. The little girl shrugs.
“What about making gingerbread houses?” Ali pitches.
“Okay,” Taylor says simply. “I’ll need help.”
“We’ll do it together as a team,” Natasha says.
You kiss her cheek and listen in as the kids talk to each other about anything and everything. You need to get up and cook for the party, but being here with your family is more fun.
Natasha feels the same way. She holds you close and thinks about her wonderful family. It will be a happy holiday season, and she can’t wait.
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semosayba · 5 months
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Wise words from Prince Mallow
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