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accidental-spice · 9 months
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So, I just finished a sketchbook!! Which is always fun, but this time, I've decided to make it into an ask game! So, send me a number between 1 and 232 (yeah there's THAT many. I've been using this sketchbook since 2021), and I'll post the corresponding art!! Don't worry, there's no NSFW content to be found
Tagging some mutuals under the cut
@kanerallels @laughingphoenixleader @trapezequeen @aintinacage @backgroundagent3 @wanderingwolpertinger @dimsilver @saxifrage-wreath @fairytale-lights @kazoosandfannypacks @avatardoggo @silverpaintedstars @heckin-music-dork @misscrazyfangirl321
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midwestern horror stories - cosmic horror (alternative cover)
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ratherbeabrcharacter · 8 months
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Thinking about the elements of time
How tf does a master of time get their powers? After all, they (or just the one master) can reverse their aging body, meaning that they can't die. Not only that, they can time travel as well, preventing unwanted surprises.
Perhaps when their powers first start coming in, their days get shuffled out of order. If its not controlled, they can potentially live their entire life out of order. I headcanon when the twins timey-wimey first started coming in, one would wake up 5 days in the future (or in the past), and they would get each other situated. Over time, they started developing their own secret codes.
Maybe after a master of time has lived a millennia, they pick a person (barring other elemental masters) whose future(s) have the most potential to change, as it makes their powers stronger, and have them inherit?
Besides that, their is also a LOT of shenanigans when it comes to temporal powers. Can they be a seer? Start to see the past of every person, place, or thing they go to as they get stronger? Do they go insane after a while?
What about time paradoxes? There are also different types time travel, from time loops, to not being able to act on knowledge of the future, and more!
Since the elements of time felt trapped into the time blades, can one potentially melt them down, and split them? (like the power of pausing time split into thousands of tiny earnings for some villains minions) Would the powers stay the same, or would they be weakened the smaller the pieces of metal are split?
Speaking of that, WHY HASN'T A VILLAIN CREATED A TASKFORCE TO STEAL TO THE ELEMENTAL POWERS? ....or maybe it's already happened before, and there could be relics out in Ninjago somewhere.
In addition, we know that the metal can ABSORB powers, right? How come when ray and Maya were forming the blades, their elements didn't get yoinked? This has been something the has bothered me ever since I was a kid lol.
Anyways, feel free to add on to this, would love to see other people's ideas.
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the-bfly-effect · 1 year
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Tiktok loves these maybe Tumblr will too
And believe me I have so many of these
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kengi-bengi · 4 months
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I have thunk a thought:
Clearsight only had babies with one BeetleWing, and some other BeetleWings lived in the western part of Pantala, near the mountains.
The theory why there were so many HiveWings, is because BeetleWings have many babies at a time, and Clearsight’s NightWing genes were dominant in her hybrid offspring.
I thought about a fantribe that can coexist with the poison jungle, because they’re based on bees, and help the plants spread pollen, and are based more on bees than wasps, and would be called ApisWings, where they can collect honey and spread pollen around from a recessive gene now present in all ApisWings, which are patches of down that collect pollen.
Cool idea, but I'm really not the person to be sending your fantibes too!
I might draw some Wof art but I am not a wof blog ^-^!!
Asks are open for people to ask me questions about the art I post here, there are many Wof servers and groups you can go to discuss things like this with! I am sorry but I am not the person to give you the inspiration/feedback you want on this
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theminecraftbox · 2 years
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This is kind off random, but how do you think c!dream meeting cc!dream would go?
I think he ether sees cc!dream as a better version of himself and tries to protect him like he couldn’t protect his past self, or he sees him as a week version that he never wants to be and wants him as far away as possible.
(Now that i think about it, how hight is the chance that c!dream gets jealous?)
This depends on so, so, so many factors, such as: does c!Dream know cc!Dream tells his story? If he knows about the mechanics of the smp, does he view cc!Dream as a creator or merely as a vessel for relaying the truth of c!Dream’s reality in another universe? Does c!Dream think of cc!Dream as an alternate version of himself, or, as would be more accurate, a very different person altogether?
I think that c!Dream would not think of cc!Dream as a creator, nor as a version of himself. So basically he’d see him as some kind of weird prophet. As for protection or disgust—I kinda doubt he’d feel either? cc!Dream isn’t similar enough to him to tip either his instincts for self-preservation or for self-hatred. I do think there’d be some jealousy that cc!Dream has the peace and safety and the friends/family that c!Dream craves.
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furcoveredinblood · 1 year
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so i've done some self reflection (and a couple hours of research as to what the fuck internet terms are) and i'd like to apologize to everyone, including anyone i may have hurt, for my hypocrisy, my views that painted me as an "anti", and my ignorance surrounding the topic of proshippers.
i understand now that throwing k¡nks on my dni was wrong and unnecessary and that i was being extremely hypocritical in my introduction post considering the type of content i consume and intend on producing (which is k¡nky rpf fics). i feel like i've opened my eyes a bit more and i'm now able to see where i went wrong. now it makes sense why i was suddenly blocked by some people in the fandoms i'm in the second i joined tumblr. my understanding of proshippers and antis was skewed and i have now educated myself on what these terms mean and that my views on things were disrespectful and unclear. for that, i am sorry.
i don't really like putting labels on myself, but i guess i'm anti-anti. i understand what that means now and it makes sense to me completely. i still have some work to do mentally as far as killing off my old "anti" views, but this is part of growth and i ask for you to please just bear with me. if this post doesn't make any sense, please let me know. i hope to patch things up with anyone i have hurt but i completely understand if any of those people do not wish to forgive me. i just want to move past this so i can grow and leave my old views behind.
~ Baal
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Max and Mike will also listen to music together. They'll sit in Mike's backyard and they each get one side of the headphones. They tease eachother sometimes about their taste but it's like their favorite thing to do. Especially on fall afternoons when the leaves are falling.
Sometimes they do this when the party has a sleepover, and El thinks it's really sweet. She'll go up to them and give them both a forehead kiss before snuggling inbetween them.
yes. this is my favorite thing ever omfg. and a FOREHEAD KISS!! i’m going to cry
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adriles · 6 months
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
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ping1n · 5 months
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It's always funny to find fanart of media you enjoy, except the fanart is several layers of AU deep.
Like "Ah yes. This drawing depicts the lord of darkness from the dawn of time's cat. In an alternate universe where he's a middle aged gay man undergoing a messy divorce. Fascinating. Ah, and the cat is the AU version of our beloved protagonist, as in the universe where the lord of darkness from the dawn of time is a middle aged gay man undergoing a messy divorce it logically follows that our protagonist could only be a cat. Oh good and now they're fish people."
It's especially difficult with the modern ones, as they're always from somewhere like west cincinapolis and so I am not only missing information about the universe where this takes place but also the real universe where america exists and is apparently split into a million smaller americas with silly names.
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sarcasticdolphin · 10 months
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The drabble in which FJ is a good dad. Vaguely Smrtolf. Smrt doesn't actually appear, but Aemilia does. Mostly this is just about Rudolf and FJ. And in this au FJ is actually a good dad in this moment. So like some family stuff. Cut is for length.
It’s really quite a good painting, Franz thought. Rudolf’s tutor hadn’t mentioned that, only that his son had been painting instead of studying military logistics.
The bird in it - a raven with a paintbrush in its beak - seems so alive, and so intelligent. And almost exasperated, too. The emotion, just in the eyes, is really stupendous, especially for one so young. Franz’s son has such talent.
He carefully rolls the canvas the tutor had brought and secures it in a leather tube before finding the order that would reassign Rudolf’s former tutor to command some minor fortress in the Carpathians. 
Rudolf wasn’t in Vienna - ever since Franz had given him the little hunting lodge Rudolf had taken to spending a little more time that was really appropriate at the place, but just now Franz was quite happy his son was there. He didn’t manage to leave Vienna often himself, and this provided a welcome opportunity.
Eduard would have a stroke at the lack of guards, but Franz didn’t intend to be gone long, so the quartet that accompanied him would be more than sufficient. The ride was pleasant, passing quickly in the pleasant warmth of the morning.
The servants at Mayerling are startled, but Franz pays them little heed as he slips through the indicated door.
Rudolf hadn’t bothered to close the door between his outer and inner chambers, and his son was painting, concentrating intently on the painting in front of him. His head was cocked slightly to the side, and the tip of his tongue was sticking out as he concentrated ever so hard. But the real surprise was beside him.
There was a raven - a real, flesh and blood raven - sitting on a perch beside Franz’s son, watching him paint. The perch it sat on looked hand-carved, and Franz remembered how Rudolf had been favoring his hand at the state dinner several months back.
He waited until Rudolf sat back for a moment before gently rapping on the doorframe.
“Rudolf.”
His son did jump, and the raven swung its head around to Franz, the feathers on its head ruffling up.
“Father.” Rudolf started to his feet in a way that made Franz wince internally. There were times when he wasn’t the emperor, and now was certainly one of them. Especially not to his son.
The brush too - half hidden down at Rudolf’s side. His son was in his uniform pants, but only a loose shirt that had a few dabs of paint on it - the jacket that would have been a necessity in Vienna is nowhere to be seen and Franz envies his son for that. The military jackets can be infernal at times, all stiff and terribly hot during the summer.
Franz took a careful step forward, circling around so he could see the painting. Rudolf was nervous in a heartbreaking way, looking down, and anywhere other than Franz, really.
“Rudolf.” His son looked up. There was a hint of glass in his eyes, and Franz’s heart well and truly breaks. 
He gestures for his son to sit back on the little bench before sitting beside him, letting his hand come to Rudolf’s back, and pulling his son close for a moment.
As he did so, he found his eyes drifting to the painting on the easel. It definitely wasn’t done, but the painting was lovely. It was the same raven, which, Franz thought, must be the raven glaring down at him from its perch. 
“It’s very good, Rudolf.” His son starts once more, evidently surprised by the praise, and Franz has to consciously stop himself from wincing. “As-” he holds the leather cylinder out to Rudolf “is this one.”
Rudolf takes it gingerly, undoing the buckle and opening it to reveal the painting Rudolf’s former tutor had brought Franz.
“I-” Rudolf doesn’t know what to say, but the glassy look in his eyes is no longer tinged with fear and resignation. Franz pulls the boy into his arms. They’re entirely alone aside from the raven Rudolf has seemingly become friends with.
“I’m so proud of you, Rudolf.” His son stiffens at that, and Franz’s heart breaks. He looks down at his precious son, who looks so much like his mother. “Always, and I want you to remember that. I’m your father first, and I’m so proud of you.”
His son’s embrace softens, and the boy finally relaxes. 
They both sit back on the little bench after some time and Rudolf’s raven friend gives a light squawk before hopping down from its perch to sit on the prince’s knee. It regards Franz with a little tilt of its head, ever so intelligently, and Franz can see why his son seems so interested in the creature. “Does your raven friend have a name?”
Rudolf nods. “Her name is Aemilia.”
“Aemilia. A pretty name for a pretty bird.” Franz could swear the bird can understand them - she certainly seems to almost strut when he calls her pretty. But he’s here for his son, not the bird his son is friends with.
“There is one thing. You’re going to have a new tutor, Rudolf. Herr von Hochstetter.”
Rudolf’s expression lights up at that, and Franz smiles. He’d been watching Rudolf converse with the man at some event that honored the natural science - never mind the fact that Franz himself should have been paying more attention to the Russian ambassador at the time - and even from that it was evident that Herr von Hochstetter would be a better tutor than Rudolf’s previous tutor.
“What of-” Rudolf doesn’t finish his question, but Franz has to subdue another wince. 
“Your previous tutor has been appointed to command a minor fortress in the Carpathians.” Rudolf relaxes once more at that. “And Rudolf? This isn’t Prussia. You’re supposed to learn from your tutors. If you ever feel the tutor isn’t teaching you properly, come to me. I’ll find you a better one.”
Rudolf nods, a hesitant smile blooming on his face.
Franz takes one last look at the painting before standing. He can’t tarry long, and Rudolf deserves some time alone. But his son stands along with him, and Franz embraces him once more.
“Two more things, Rudolf.” He pulls out of the embrace, but remains close to Rudolf. “You only really get one real hobby as emperor. Mine is writing letters to your mother. Keep painting, and if any of your tutors tell you otherwise then they can also have command of particularly drafty old fortresses in the Carpathians.”
Rudolf is smiling shyly, and Franz pulls him into one last hug. “And never forget I’m proud of you, Rudolf. Never.”
Franz turns to depart at that, though as he reaches the door he glances back at Rudolf. The raven had landed on his son’s arm, and Rudolf was cradling the creature close. “Unfortunately, you are eventually going to have to learn military logistics, though.”
Rudolf at least had the diplomatic nature to not roll his eyes until Franz’s back was turned.
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thatbitchfae · 11 months
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There's some things in life that just need a hug. Like dogs, and crying children, and myself.
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You ever have those moments where an idea just... won't leave your head?
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wolfythewitch · 1 year
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late night confession
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spicyboelives · 1 month
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Been feeling really bad lately, so I made this to cheer me up, and hopefully anyone else in the same headspace, who used to read Avengers tower fanfics. Kinda a heavy dose of nostalgia for me tbh.
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mumblesplash · 1 year
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🌴⌛️🐚🌊
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