#me blabbering

[lonely--seeker]

I've been too busy lately BUT i've seen this lil guy...

And i ask of simple things okay...

Simple things...

#thanks for listening good night everybody #this is just what i came up with in a heartbeat #one piece #me blabbering #my art #one piece red #luffy #sanji #usopp #franky #chopper #sunny #robin

[johankasas]

what’s a spherical triangle

Very painful thing if you're not a big fan of math.

#happy cartography major noises #would brainrot over it more but honestly its hard for me to explain trigonometry in English XD #my art #me blabbering

[inkotinko]

I got niklas natt och dags new book but i dont have time to read it as im in a bookcircle about another book i have to read and im going a little insane over that☝️

#me blabbering

[garyroachsanderson]

talking about my ultrakill oc (maybe.. sona??) because i feel like it anyway.

i’ll post an image of them later, but i started thinking of them after i had beaten ultrakill. their name is VVI-80 REROUTER, or VVI or Rerouter. technically, they’re v-6 (vi) but they like being referred to as how you would pronounce ‘Vivi’. their arm name is Rerouter, like V-2 Knuckleblaster or V-1 Feedbacker. their name is rerouter because they help other machines get back on track if they’ve strayed from their path, like adjusting programming or working on internal wounds. after the 30th model they were gifted with the knowledge of human anatomy so they could help them as well. they have two thin antennae on the top of their head, which are able to detect heartbeats. this was very useful in the war so they would not waste time trying to save a dead body under rubble.

their physical features are rather mismatched. their left wing is smaller, like a ‘lucky fin’ of sorts. this mean that they struggle to fly, and can only usually glide for 4 seconds or so. they have a grappling hook stored in the pocket of their arm which was supposed to be disabled when they were created but they adjusted themselves to keep it. they’re notorious for being a ‘field doctor’, of sorts, as the VVI line was.

the VVI model line was quickly discontinued as many began to stray from their original path and disobey their creators by adjusting their programming. 6-80 (our VVI) managed to stay under their creators nose and never disobeyed an order, despite often tweaking their programming and chips to keep certain appendages and abilities. after the 30th VVI was created, they quickly realized that these machines needed self-defense tactics. so, their forearms/hands were able to unsheathe and turn into blades. they also have ‘claws’ on their hand which they are able to sheathe. these ‘claws’ are knife-like blades that replace their fingers.

before the fall of humanity, the VVIs began to communicate with other machines. the VVIs were some of the only machine types created with a voice box. often, to soothe human children who found themselves in the machine’s care. their voices were soft and husky in order not to scare their patients. if activated with the correct words, most of these machines will enter a ‘child lock’ in which their blades were stalled and they were physically unable to bring out their blades, which was QUICKLY removed after the 83rd model when their enemies began to realize this, and started saying the words to deactivate them.

on their chest, these machines have a box-like compartment with the staff of caduceus on it. two snakes upon a pole with wings. upon the VVI fleet’s descent into hell, they were quickly confused with being machines of Minos himself, and they became most popular in the lust layer. they believed that the machines were some sort of sign sent by minos. when gabriel arrived, he destroyed as many of the machines as he could find, enraged by the symbol.

this machine thrives off blood but is able to survive for extremely long periods when they have it in their system. they usually steal a bit of blood from their patients.

i’ll write more later maybe

#ultrakill #VVI-80 #ultrakill oc #me blabbering

[draculagerard]

#APPRECIATE THE EFFORT GUYS. unfortunately im a fucking dumbass #got lucky and the professor excused me this time #moose blabber #moose asks

[candiedfright]

sigma waking up from his coma with the worst headache he will experience in his entire life and being like oh wow all those memories and all that knowledge truly took a toll on me. meanwhile dazai's like yeah haha totally good thing nothing happened to your body while you were processing that. nothing at all

#no ifs abt him waking up btw... he WILL please do not argue with me about it i'll eat your nervous system #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd sigma #bsd 113 #bsd spoilers #bsd 113 spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #the blabbering

[junkanimate]

In my mind, both Kenshi and Sento talk non-stop about Johnny, but never together in the same headcanon. One of them always has to endure the other

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #kenshi takahashi #mk1 #mk kenshi #johnshi #my art #like yeah canonically Kenshi keeps blabbering about Johnny to everyone #but it's also always so funny seeing Sento doing a little bit of matchmaking #so yeah both for me are true and canon #but never together

[chirpsythismorning]

Bringing this back bc I think we as a society moved on too fast

#byler #sitting in silence and thoughtfully listening to the person you're in love with blabbering on and just sitting there like #LET ME PHOTOGRAPH YOU IN THIS LIGHT #you could easily make the argument byler is endgame based solely on the number of parallels they have over the seasons #why is there so much dedication and intricate planning put into scenes for them? #why do i have to have almost every scene have at least one frame by frame callback to another scene with them? like?? #literally more parallels and callbacks than all the existing romantic pairings combined... #and the parallels are always deep and pointing to it being requited... #friends? #it's not that deep? #except with byler it always is

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

#—🖋 #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #astronetwrk #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you #genshin x you #emotional blabbering ahead in the tags beware #this is hitting me in a place i didn't know existed hjsjs #like. i haven't lost anyone but i have lost my life as i know it? #this past year was full of so many endings and i've been struggling in some way everyday #like i didn't know that the last time i saw my friends would truly be the last time we ever saw each other #i didn't know that i'd be bidding goodbye to my parents as i left home through an airport #ANYWAY ENOUGH DUMPING. ig i'm just telling you to hug the people you love tighter and cherish every moment you spend with them #time goes by really quickly and you don't know where it'll go #ily guys #ew barf feelings </3 /j

[fleetn-crab85]

so funny story: during the pandemic my sister and I were so bored we recreated the pro-shot of Newsies in LEGO stop motion. We never finished it, but we got through the entirety of Act One and King of New York. So please, enjoy this small part of the Seize The Day dance break!

(If enough of you people want to see the rest I may post more...)

#we were so proud of this #I hope you all enjoy! #it was really fun to make cause me and my sister were just stuck at home #newsies #lego #stop motion #musical theatre #lego newsies #crab's blabbering #crab's trip to the theatre

[cliopadra]

You just know these two have the most contrasting and nonsensical sensory issues.

#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #my art #my art crap #cliopadra blabbers on #totally not inspired by an hour long argument between me and my mother about which kitchen light is acceptable to use

[lonely--seeker]

Okay but anyone considered....

#Little Merry because i am clearly biased #I'm sorry Sunny ur really cool but u don't feel alive to me #Merry feels like home and i crave that so much #one piece #me blabbering #my art #one piece fanart #Going Merry go #One piece red

[johankasas]

WELL HELLO YES I AM ALIVE

I just always get really busy with incoming holidays that my drive to work on personal arts is completely dead-

But in positive note I have my biggest projects finished woohoo!

#me blabbering #i just wanna take three business days to not exist for anyone and sleep :DDD #but ey my stress levels got much lower than they were on begging of this month

[inkotinko]

Accidentally clicked on the pink bar in between posts and it said success! I have honestly no idea what i just did.

#cant even scroll in peace without something happening smh #me blabbering

[bleach-your-panties]

Canonically, I feel like Gojo is a very insecure person deep down.

He always asks you to tell him that he's 'the strongest' not to be cocky, but to reassure himself that his presence has a meaning in your life and that he actually has the ability to protect you.

Also why he's always so loud and extra; he's performing, because he would be scared to DEATH if you ever got bored of him and left.

Everyone that he loves always leaves him.

If you left him, he doesn't know what he'd do with himself.

Being born 'the strongest' had cursed him with the loneliest existence ever.

Until you came along.

#gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #gojo x reader #gojo x you #💗💗🍡°me blabbering again

[draculagerard]

New reaction image dropped

#me every time lexi opens his mouth #moose blabber #1k #10k