#ok their names uh

[amphibianaday]

day 1421

#uh just a heads up if you expand the tags to see all there's. a lot. very long #amphibian #frog #poison dart frog #based on my most popular frog to date (day 651) #inspired by everyone pointing out what they think it looks like #here's a fun secret fact the original guy is actually a phantasmal poison dart frog (Epipedobates tricolor) #(according to the original artists title of the drawing) #not Anthony's poison arrow frog (Epipedobates anthonyi) #i feel too awkward to really point it out though because they look the exact same. i cannot tell if there is a difference #im half convinced the same frog was just discovered and named twice #its very curious btw if you go on the (english) wikipedia page for either species it doesn't mention the other #while hereptiles.info (no idea if this is a trustworthy site) lists both names as common names for the same frog (incorrectly??) #while inaturalist lists them as two different frogs. curiously with tricolor having wayyyyy fewer photos #ok anyway that's my rant i went on a whole journey trying to figure out if these are the same frog or not and i have no answer #i did some more 'research' and i am more confused. some sources seem to imply they are now considered the same species ( e. tricolor) #i think my conclusion is i am willing to agree the drawing looks more like e. anthonyi. it seems like tricolor is generally less vibrant re #and the white is darker and more green? #i feel like thumblr should stop me from typing more in the tags at this point this is a whole essay #at this point i am failry convinced this is specifically the Santa Isabel frog. isthat the real subspecies or morph or whatever #or just the name pet sites are using to sell it?? #i even found some sources (frog selling websites) refering to it as “Epipedobates Anthonyi 'Santa Isabel' Phantasmal Poison Dart Frog” lol #Anyways if you read this far hi. species are confusing. i am not a frog scientist #the first few tags are like an hour old now i just kept trying to figure it out and adding more tags

[chickenoptyrx]

I am once again drawin the most mundane shit :D

These are all sento saiyans, an AU race of saiyans created by @bahnloopi read more about em here :U

#sento saiyans #ok but fr this is just: my older cousin has 3 kids #theyre all as close in age as they can p much possibly be #and i love playin w em but also i am tired and lazy #and im projecting ALL OF THAT onto a monkey guy w way more muscle but shh its fine hes tired too #rus #i dont have names for any of the kiddos but 1 of them is the same 1 from the last pic #the 1 sayin uh-huh in the first panel

[chalkeater]

they;re some sort of cousins. sorry

#deltarune #noelle holiday #susie deltarune #susart #myself #noelle #zuzie #sasparilla #hi guys #uh if thats not how you spell sasparilla then thats how you just spell her name now LOL #shes kind of scary. to me #ok so basically sasparilla has bi ass eyes and is like much paler of course #shes super dainty and likes to commit arson #she is really into the idea of killing noelle so there can only be one #meanwhile zuzie has the biggest chest. i was gonna give her a bigger bust but i like. think i said my point #she has the tiniest waist btw and the fattest tail #thank you for coming #also she has shiny lip gloss lips #its really important that she’s pale btw

[fyoht]

season 2 + nods to 'crowley was raphael' truthers

#personally i quite enjoy being delulu #golden tooth truther here I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS BUT I KNOW IT MEANS THINGS. #aLSO. THE PAUSE. WHEN GABRIEL TRIES TO REMEMBER THE NAME. MUSIC SWELLING. #a fakeout if i ever saw one #(you can't) change my mind #and listen i love the 'crowley was a nobody' theory just as much but they threw that one out the window with the file reveal #so. #crowley is lucifer theory is uh fun but i can't get behind it whoops #good omens #crowley #crowley was raphael #good omens 2 spoilers #ok that's too many tags already. if you're still reading PLEASE RECOMMEND ME FICS. #and also if you want a gifset send an ask cause i'm obsessed #also! feel like most of these are from heaven-times. and yeah. more 'crowley in heaven' content @neil gaiman please #crying over the gif quality btw

[invisiblepie]

A lady fox?

#unicorn warriors eternal #Uwe #Fox lady uwe #My art #She has a name by the way but I don't think they even mention it so uh yea #OK WAIT WE FOUND IT OFFICIALLY MENTIONED IN THE CREDITS SO I CAN TAG HER NOW YES #June Way

[ashipiko]

<3 post sleepover mornings

#POST RAMBLE TIME #OK SO ASHI LIKE KINDA CANONICALLY HATES IDIA #ace knows that she hates a guy named gloomurai. leona knows she hates IDIA #already she wasn’t a v big fan of idia till she ended up bored in twst and downloaded a rhythm game and your usual gacha game for fun #and like in the gacha game there was a ranking event for her oshi…… #and based on how many points you scored in the event you get a percentage #SO IN ORDER TO LIKE….. IN A SENSE GROOVY A CARD YOU HAVE TO GET ANOTHER COPY OF IT THRU THE EVENT #and when Ashi woke up after cramming ranking because of the whole book 6 fiasco #she found out that she ranked 4.1%. A LITERAL ONE PLACE FROM GETTING THE CARD FOR HER OSHI #and who was it other than gloomurai! #so sometimes she gets him in co-op meetings and she gets SOOOOOO ANGRY #once ashi connects two and two……. she has her own very personal grudge #ace finds it very funny. leona finds it annoying that he has to babysit her whenever they see Idia in the halls #THATS A LOT OF TAGS AM I GONNA RUN OUT OF FANDOM TAGS UH OH #BUT YSAH!!! this is ashace after a sleepover and the morning where ashi’s in the mood to play some games #ace likes to watch <3 #(he tried her speed and while on master. died v quickly) #ashipiko draws ♪ #ashace #twstshi #ace trappola #ace trappola x oc #twst yume #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst ace #twst yuu #twst oc #twst oc x canon

[felsdumpsterfire]

Headcanon: Cahara is not a morning person. Also he gives many kisses. Because he's a whore like that

#not a reblog. #my art. #cahara #the girl #moonless #fear and hunger #ragnvaldr #enki #d'arce #I fucking #the poly idea is eating me up ALIVE ok??? #I just want them to be happy #ALSO IDK WHAT CAHARA'S WIFE'S NAME IS #BUT UH #SHE'S THERE AS WELL #anyway #them being domestic #inject it straight into my viens #funger #funger poly

[buttercupart]

not-so-happy Holidays

#my art #rudy holiday #mayor holiday #dess holiday #noelle holiday #deltarune #utdr #dr #claire holiday #Ok ok infodump time #ive seen a lot of ppl posit 'carol' as a potential name for mayor 'c' holiday #and it makes perfect sense! c-themed christmas name that fits the bill #but ive just never vibed with it. one i think its too close to chara (care-ull and care-uh) #two! rudy is obv based on rudolph and in the movie rudolph's love interest is named clarice #therefore rudolph -> rudy and clarice -> claire #nothing wrong with carol holiday headcanons its just not my personal one ofc #also Claire is based off a certain type of deer! if you can figure it out you get uhhhhhh #the satisfaction? #hint: she's an adult who has retained (and passed on) fawn spots

[ophiliaclement]

and all the light in the world converges on you.

#octopath traveler ii spoilers #octopath traveler ii #octopath 2 #ok i think that's the relevent tags. I've spoiler tagged this so. yeah. #temenos mistral #crick wellsley #this was supposed to be a warmup. 5 hours later i have this. #and uh. yeah. I'm never going to be over this game. #may post the speedpaint later idk #knightlight #is that the ship name? #do you ever think about how temenos consistently fails to save the people he cares about? yeah #anyway i know it's supposed to be like. a metaphor for him figuring stuff out like a detective but #I'm headcanoning he can see ghosts. you cant throw that scene at me and expect me to not come away with thar. #*that #octopath traveler 2 #category 5 stormhail moment #ophies art

[rebouks]

OC QUESTIONS

NAME: Robin Finch NICKNAME: Mutey, Wob, Wobby, Wobbles GENDER: Male STAR SIGN: Pisces HEIGHT: 4'4" SEXUAL ORIENTATION: ??? [he's still a babyyyyyyy] NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Uhm.. Brindleton Bay-..ian?? idk he's a sim FAVORITE FRUIT: Strawberries FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelions.. they're fun FAVORITE SCENT: idk freshly baked cookies? COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 11.. he's a sleepy boi DOGS or CATS: ᓚᘏᗢ DREAM TRIP: Granite Falls again plz 😭 NUMBER OF BLANKETS: ALL OF THEM RANDOM FACT: lil bit obsessed with League of Legends currently 🤦‍♀️

#robin #tag game #i can't remember who tagged me but ily #i'mma tag uh.. everyone whose name begins with L #skdjsk #idk i'm fkin knackered ok #lmao

[cuubism]

some uhhhhh dreamling smut that got a litttttle more kinky than originally intended 😳

necessary background: this is from me and @magnusbae insane and stupid au wherein dream starts coming around the university and hob's students assume he's hob's sugar baby cuz like he doesn't work? he's always wearing really nice clothes? hob pays for everything? how did hob pull this hot goth anyway? and dream does absolutely nothing to disabuse them of this notion, if anything he cleverly and carefully encourages the idea because fuck it, he loves a good story. he is the king of stories after all. hob gets in on it later

secondary less important background is dream spending his free time around the university making art and sculptures and stuff because he is a CREATOR even in the waking world. and of course his sculptures are amazing.

ANYWAY

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“Professor Gadling, might I have a word?”

That voice never ceased to make Hob stutter where he stood, no matter how often he heard it, how often it whispered endearments and worse in his ear. If anything, he was more affected the longer things went on.

He turned, chalk still held in his hand from where he’d been writing on the board.

Dream lounged in the doorway, hip pressed against the doorframe, hands casually in his pockets. And he was wearing—

Holy God, Hob was going to die and then come back to life and then kill him.

Hob first noticed that he was not wearing a shirt, unless the strings of jewels – rubies? diamonds? – draped over his chest counted. They glimmered sharply even under the weak classroom lights. Dream was kept modest, barely, by a long silk blazer that narrowed his shoulders and cut low to the upper thigh.

Thank fuck he was wearing regular pants, at least, ankle-length black slacks, and— were those fucking loafers? The other day, a student had made a comment – rather inappropriate, Hob really should reprimand them, not that he would ever get around to it – about Hob being some kind of Victorian maiden bowled over by the sight of an exposed ankle, and Dream had apparently taken this as a personal bet, for he was not wearing socks, either.

And the smirk on his face was like fire.

“Um,” Hob said, managing with great effort not to collapse on the spot. He glanced at the clock. “You know what? There’s only ten minutes left of class anyway. Why don’t you all go home early; I’ll send out the lecture notes and we’ll pick this up next week.”

None of the students seemed upset to get out early, but they were tittering amongst themselves, looking between Hob and Dream. This was becoming a problem. In a mere one semester, Dream had turned Hob’s university reputation from good-natured modest professor to deranged sex fiend.

That was what Hob got for loving the Prince of Stories, for he could never resist a good one, even if it was at Hob’s peril.

When the students had gone, Hob took Dream’s hand and dragged him down the hall. “My office. Now.”

“Oh dear,” Dream mused as he was yanked down the hallway and into Hob’s office. That smirk still hadn’t left his face. “I am in trouble.”

As soon as they were inside and the door was very firmly locked, Hob pressed Dream up against it with a hand around the base of his throat. “Are you trying to kill me, love?”

Dream leaned into Hob’s hand. His eyes were burning. “I would bring you as close to death as I could and then pull you back.”

“You’re managing it.” Hob released him, pinning him by his waist instead – his bare waist, mother of Christ – and kissing his throat, his collarbone, his sternum over the draped jewels. Dream leaned his head back against the door, sighing like a wanting creature now satiated. “You should be classified as a public hazard.”

“I would like to be your hazard,” said Dream, as Hob mouthed his way down his stomach. The jewels swung and glimmered unnaturally bright against his skin, crimson and shining like fresh love marks. Hob knelt to nip above the waistband of his slacks, tangling a hand in the dangling chain and tugging so it pulled on the back of Dream’s neck.

Dream arched his back against the door, petting at Hob’s hair like Hob had done something particularly pleasing to his majesty.

“I suppose this is exactly what you planned?” Hob gasped, wrapping his hands around the backs of his thighs.

“Perhaps.”

“Menace.” Hob tugged at his slacks and managed to unbutton them with his teeth. “You ruin me. Never stop.”

“I was not planning on it.”

Hob lurched to his feet again, pulling him forward by the bejeweled chain. “Come.”

Dream did as Hob bade, but the way a tiger might perform on a leash – easily escaping with one swipe of its claws. He let Hob push him up onto his desk and crowd between his legs. Hob had to push one of Dream’s ridiculous sculptures out of the way to do it, and was careful not to let it fall.

“Let it smash,” Dream murmured into his mouth as Hob kissed and bit at his lips. “I will make another.”

“I’m not going to break one of your sculptures, Michelangelo.” Hob huffed. “That would be sacrilege.”

“I make them not for the finished product, but for the experience of using my hands.”

Hob slipped his hands under Dream’s blazer. The fabric was incredibly soft, but not as soft as his skin. “The experience of using your hands, hm?”

Dream’s lips curved up against his. “Mmhmm.”

He tugged Hob’s shirt from his waistband, pressing those strong, delicate hands to Hob’s back, holding him close.

“You know,” Hob murmured against his ear, mapping Dream’s stomach with his fingertips, smooth skin punctuated by jewels, “I believe I vastly underestimated the experience of loving such a dedicated, skillful artist.”

“Are you saying that you like my hands, Hob Gadling?” Dream asked, and used those hands to unzip his jeans, slipping one in to wrap around him, never once looking away from Hob’s face. The tips of his fingers were always a bit cold, but Hob liked the way they warmed against his skin.

He struggled to regain his breath. “In so many words.”

Dream looked so superior. “Good.”

“I’ll show you good, you nightmare,” Hob muttered, and tangled a hand in his hair, tipping his head back. Dream still just looked down at him from under his lashes, muscles straining.

“You shall?”

“I’d take you home and lay you out and show you if I thought we would get that far.”

“Worry not, this—” Dream wrapped the glimmering chains around his hand until they cut into the skin in white lines— “can always make a reappearance.”

“It had better.”

Hob finally got his own hand around Dream, wrapping his other arm around his back to hold him close, and Dream twined his legs around Hob’s back. This pressed them close enough that they were essentially just grinding against each other, barely managing anything more precise. Hob ravaged his mouth, giving in to the sheer power of Dream in these clothes, and Dream only urged him on, biting at his lip.

Heat raged through Hob’s body. He found the strings of jewels again and twisted them around his fist, pulling so they went taught around Dream’s neck like a choker.

Dream’s breath stuttered and tripped over itself and then they both came, one on top of the other. Dream’s legs tightened around Hob’s back. He panted into Hob’s mouth.

When they’d caught their breath, Hob held his face between his hands and kissed him, light kisses on his forehead, cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips, the tenderness deserving of such an exquisite creature, and Dream smiled.

He collapsed back onto Hob’s desk, arms draped languidly above his head, jacket falling open on his naked chest. His mouth was ruined, and there were hickeys already starting to settle on his neck and stomach, but he didn’t seem to mind. He closed his eyes, humming. They had just come, and Hob still wanted him with a violence. If anything, it was worse.

“We shall have to do this again,” Dream murmured, voice barely more than a gravelly hum.

Hob sat down in his desk chair, running his fingers through his hair as Dream sprawled before him like some kind of hunter’s catch. “What, ruining my reputation with my students?”

“Among other things.”

“Nightmarish, you are,” Hob said fondly.

Dream tipped his face into Hob’s hand. “Hmm. Yes.”

#magnusbae and i have gotten a LITTLE OBSESSED with dream's fashion and with JEWELRY IN PARTICULAR #also come talk to us about Nightmare as a pet name ok #magnusbae #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #smut #undernegotiated kink #uh #choking kink #can't believe i'm having to put that tag on something god help me #my writing #the. uh. #sugar baby au #? #silly rabbit au

[francy-sketches]

Do you think robert was at least a little bit embarrassed when he found out ned named his kid after him like 'ah shit i should have named one of the little fuckers nedd or something huh'

#.txt #no he had to have known before. he just didnt give a shit #ned everytime he heard robert had a new kid: oh how wonderful :) and what's their name? :)) hm? :))) ...oh :( #'nono it's fine i get it...those are uh. beautiful names...maybe next time...oh you're not having any more? oh...no that's ok it's...fine' #'your kids are fucking ugly anyway -_- and stupid -_-' #'maybe I'll start hanging out with rickard karstark instead huh how about that. maybe he's my new bestie. him and his son eddard -_-'

[multifairyus]

Anyway I love Black people and seeing this explosion of creative and cultural expression is healing something in me I think 🥺

Now to make some Black ATSV moots to bounce playlist ideas off of…

#atsv #across the spider verse #black in fandom #miles morales 42 #Hobie brown #margo kess #miles morales #no between these four I can have unlimited black love ships and that’s so— #even with my other big fandom…the main love interests are both white chile #I feel bad I have read much margo fic because my fic interest is basically just /Hobie #Flowerbyte and Prowlerbyte are making POINTS #as is PunkFlower and PunkProwler #even all their ship names are adorable like?? #also? idk how to ask without making ppl feel alienated but uh #what…what about an interdimensional all black friend group 👉🏾👈🏾 #love the spiderband as much as then next person but Margo and Miles 42 is excluded a lot from them #the sibling energy that can exist between them too…basically I’m into everything?? #I just love black people being happy in community and/or in love ok #this is for the niggas strictly for the niggas

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Because the bedsheet ask was so random, I have another random ask…

When you wash cups, do you let them air dry or dry them with a towel…

How did 2024 get me to this point?

Now, listen up, maggots. Picture this:

There you are, posed in front of the sink (no dishwashers please, I'm too broke to know how dishwashers work, I've only read about them in Drarry fanfics). You stand there, and wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

Your cup, that you drank tea from but it was actually spiked with alcohol because your third cousin gossiped about your sister's husband to her mother-in-law and you're the go-between, is in your hand. You have just washed it.

The drops of water glisten in the noon sun. You wonder, briefly, why adulthood has you drinking before 1 pm. Then you brush that thought away like you did your sweat. Some things are best ignored.

What is important is the cup. You look at it, so wet and glistening and ready for you, and you wonder how to do it justice. Should you take the towel and gently rub it until it's dry and clean? Surely you should! You look around for the towel.

There hangs the towel, on the hook by the sink. It is coarse, and off-white, like eggified precome. Have you been reading too much fanfiction? No. Anyway, you reach for the towel, but pause midway.

The towel has been hanging there, moist from the last rubbing, fermented with bacteria and protozoans that yearn to feel its wetness and consume it. The fungi have not arrived yet, you take care to wash the towel enough for that. Or do you?

You hesitate, you do not remember the last time you washed the towel. Aftercare is a lost art, fading away like handweaving and ironworking and the knowledge that crumbled in Alexandria.

You look down at your darling cup, cradling so trustingly in the palm of your hand, still wet but not so much anymore, warming in the sunlight.

No, you decide. You will not sully your cup. You lay it aside to airdry, and cast one lingering glance at it before walking away.

The towel still remains on the hook, hanged for its crimes, left to its fate. Always to clean, never to be cleaned.

You have made the right choice. The cup will be pristine. The towel wilts in the noon sun, before hardening like plaster. A statue, a work of permanence, the mortification of the filth in flesh that the first ascetic Christians who settled in Ancient Rome preached.

All is well.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #shitposting #dishwasher #washing dishes #uh #dishposting? #shitpost #I welcome all these random asks #the consequences of what you ask however #must be faced by you #ancient rome #the last period in history that i have any general awareness about #and even that is piss poor #but every time i forget to shower i tell my mum it is in the name of our lord and saviour and i must mortify my dirty flesh #no i'm not even christian #i just like finding excuses for my laziness

[inquisitor-apologist]

I LOVE the idea of calling your master’s master ‘grandmaster’ bc the Jedi are family. However have we considered how fucking confusing that would be?

Kanan’s grandmaster Master Windu, Master of the Jedi council, but below Grandmaster Yoda, grandmaster of Master Qui-Gon, grandmaster of ex-knight Anakin, father of Grandmaster Luke. Absolutely ridiculous. No notes

#lol i had a Spanish Moment™️ and wrote ‘máster’ instead of ‘master’ yes Mace Windu has a master’s degree in uh… Space Swordplay #yes I called Anakin ‘ex-knight’ and I stand by that #tbh he was BARELY a knight at all but after the genocide No fucking way is he anymore #yada yada yada he died as a Jedi tho—no he died a lightsider he had to EARN his way back into the Ghost Order #realistically they’d have a name for when it got confusing like line-master or lineage-master or smth but it’s FUNNY OK #star wars #jedi sw #jedi #jedi order #jedi culture #kinda? #jedi are family #is this the original post tag

[yorshie]

Hey :)

He’s fine… probably. (For a hostage)

I beg you. Have- Have mercy on me Keisha.

Uh. Qui- quick question? Have you read SMR at all? Have you uh….. have you read the first chapter? No reason why I’m asking…… no reason……….

I. Really wanna just. Keep him in my inbox for ever. Keep him hostage. Who- who said that?

There better be tears over my open coffin. Lots of tears.

#ask away! #not my art #thejudiciousneurotic #this was. the first thing I saw when I opened tumblr today. oh lord. #I uh. im not gonna get anything done for the rest of the day. #oh wow. the amount of times I’ve taken the lords name in vain in the last thirty minutes #that’s right I’ve sat here for thirty minutes looking at this #just. fuck….. im ok. im ok.