#thanks for tagging uwu

[hellomayu]

i'll be your anything.

#satoru who's everything will tear himself apart if thats what suguru wants #if suguru tells him to jump off the building and not use his powers he'll gladly fall off and crush himself to the floor lmao #true cult follower behavior #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #jjk fanart #oh and happy holidays thanks for always indulging my art!!! ; v; #i read tags often yall enjoying them makes me so happy uwu tysm~

[lovinodrawz]

reunion

#my art #livio the double fang #nicholas wolfwood #vash the stampede #vashwood #livashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #trigun stampede #wolfwood #don't tag as friends or brothers #they are in looooooove #thank you uwu 🌺. #livash #livwood

[vellichorom]

women named peanut butter in some life & twice as sweet...

A FUN LITTLE HANDFUL OF SOFT FUZZY WOMEN FOR MY BELOVED @tomiechu ~

look familiar? FUN FACT! these are all based off of sailor moon shots!

#uwu art #Spooky Month #hello again spooky month tag i come bearing art at LEAST vaguely related to the show <33 #Shelby Belle #OCs #TO THE NICE ANON WHO WANTED TO SEE FUZZY WOMEN THIS ONE IS FOR YOU #she's not the fuzziest she could be.... ( because this is merely a bust ) but understand me #FUN AS FUCK TO DRAW OUGH..... thank u tomie #ALWAYS HAPPY 2 DRAW HER FOR YOU

[lostfanboyarts]

idk if you're still doing the polycule reqs, but if you are could you do j2 as kunichuzai? /nf

maybe kunikida in the middle? it's up to you though ♡

They're like actively bickering about who's a better boyfriend to Kunikida or some shit. Intolerable, the both of them.

Send me polycule requests!

#thank you for the request friend! And thank you for teaching me a new tone tag /gen uwu <3 #I love drawing kunichuuzai they're so fun #lostfanboyart #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #doppo kunikida #kunikida #bsd kunikida #dazai osamu #dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #chuuya #bsd chuuya #kunichuuzai #bsd kunichuuzai #kunichuuzai fanart #lostrequests

[revenantghost]

We talk all the time about how dense the detail and love in Tristamp is (which is true and deeply deserved, the work they put into twelve episodes is insane), but honestly, when you read Trimax you get exactly how they got there. There are new details and depth to discover in each reread, the emotional layers are so complex for each character’s arc and each moment. The worldbulding is incredibly silly at times, but it’s all in an effort to progress the weight of themes and characters and just plain feeling. And as you change and grow and live, how you view the events and feel about the series shifts so dramatically with you. This is true in all stories, but there’s something so resonate with the human condition in Trimax, and it speaks so deeply to you, that it’s more apparent than in anything else I’ve ever read.

TL;DR: Nightow’s pretty neat imo. Here’s my favorite meme I’ve made of him, because he’s a silly goofy guy

#Trigun #Trimax #Trigun Maximum #TrigunBookclub #Tagging bookclub because it's you guys making me have these emotions despite my stressful day #Thank you uwu

[feroluce]

Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

#caelus #sampo koski #hsr caelus #hsr sampo #sampo & caelus #sampril #honkai star rail #hsr #my fics #me a few days ago: my favorite silly little guys uwu #me today: ANGST #honestly I feel like this isn't even a super strong angst though #it's more just. bittersweet? melancholic? something. #I JUST. REALLY LOVE STORIES ABOUT THE NATURE OF GRIEF #and 2.0 laid the groundwork for that beautifully woohoo #I just remembered this probably isn't common knowledge oops but April is the cute red haired girl in Funny Bone #her name was revealed by the creators on twitter. she's named April like April Fools! #anyway I ship it hardcore now thanks bucket boi & studio #but anyway yes I love and adore the loneliness of the trailblazer's loss and grief after 2.0 #because we know from Sunday that Firefly is “spiritually dead” but the trailblazer wouldn't have that knowledge #and they wouldn't know her identity or about any of her connections to other people #and I love that juxtaposed against Sampo and the possible strange nature of his own grief- #-given how the Masked Fools operate and how they see Elation in everything and everywhere #Sampo is no saint- like at all lol- but I do like him and Caelus getting along and being bros #and I don't think it would be terribly ooc for him to care about someone he sees as a genuine friend #he maybe rarely considers someone a genuine friend. but still dmxjjdjdk #listening to Sam's boss theme as I tag this... have been listening to it a lot ever since I finished 2.0 tbh #it's probably what inspired a lot of this haha #because it does sound strong and intimidating and imposing #but you can hear it

[velvetwyrme]

Ever wondered what the fictional protagonists of Distilling Destiny might look like? Well, here's my interpretation ;>!!

If you don't know what Distilling Destiny is, I suggest you go read Flipping Fate- the fanfic I'm co-writing :>! It's a fake book that exists within the world of FF- written by the one and only Stretch! (or, in real life: @collegecomics18 ;D)

(Additional notes and thoughts under the cut!)

There's no "canon" design for these characters, but I thought it'd be fun to try come up with some concepts :>! I actually drew these months ago with a gap between finishing each, so they all look slightly different stylistically lol

First off! Each design is associated with a playing card suit; the Knight is associated with HEARTS (♥️) , the Soothsayer with DIAMONDS (♦️) , and the Bard with CLUBS (♣). Not only can this be seen in small details, but also in their overall poses/shapes!

The shapes also correlate very neatly into the idea that all the characters are from different kingdoms- I would have tried to differentiate each kingdom's clothing style a bit more buuuuut that's... a lot of work, and we only really see a couple characters from each kingdom, so I just stuck with making each character feel distinct.

One thing I also tried to go for was making all of them "faceless" in various ways, since the characters in Distilling Destiny are embodied by their roles in a way that effectively strips them of any further identity; during the book club, the DD!characters are referred to as they are in the book- they HAVE no names, and are only referred to by their titles. They are also meant to correlate to/reflect the characters of Flipping Fate in a not-very subtle way, on account of Stretch being the author (and... [REDACTED]).

The Knight's armour references a LOT of things. Obviously, OG Papyrus' battle body (even his little blue shorts ;>), but the red plume on his helmet is meant to call back to Undyne, and some of the golden bits (e.g on the back of his gauntlets) are not only "heart" shaped, but are also reminiscent of tridents and thus Asgore and the Royal Guard.

The Soothsayer's clothes are patterned with diamonds and coins- they are both a connection to the reader/MC, but also!!! In tarot the "matching" suite for diamonds would be coins/pentacles :]!! The Bard's pipe is a fantasy equivalent of his FF counterpart's bad habits, and his blue accents are meant to be a small nod toward his brother LOL.

Anyway, this is already long as heck so why not make it longer! So here are the sketches that I did back in….. SEPTEMBER 2022?? kjdhfkjsf

You can see the original sketch for the Bard is much smaller than the other two since I did it while I was at work LMAO (plus the initial idea for the Knight I had, which ended up getting changed.)

Thank you for reading! If you got all the way down here, you probably deserve a little treat ;)!

So!! I mentioned at the beginning that each of the characters correspond to a card suit... which of course, means there is a spade as well.

(The only reason he's not in this lineup is because I haven't finished drawing him yet kjhfjgkjgkjfhgdskjg,,)

#do i tag this as undertale. #??????? like... technically? #HOW THE FUCK DO I TAG. FANART FOR A FAKE BOOK WITHIN A FANFIC? (where the book characters are meant to parallel the fanfic characters) #my art #flippingfate #distillingdestiny #i am DD's biggest fan uwu #ff extras #holy shit thank you past me for actually putting image descriptions #the one good thing about leaving things in my drafts. i return to them a lot for editing lmao

[star-sparkler]

Hii! I love love love your August character and I think she's just adorable. Yes, she's cute, but I really like a lot of the teenage August concepts I've seen around the internet. I know August is your creation, so I wanted to ask if it was OK if I wrote a fanfic with August in it? There wouldn't be any art other than fanart (possibly) but I wanted to be respectful and ask beforehand anyway! Thank you!

That’s very sweet of you - thank you so much for enjoying my oc! 🥹💜 waah 🙈💓 I don’t mind if people write stuff with August BUT there are a few big caveats…

1) if you write something with August, please don’t post it on fanfic sites (I would only feel comfortable/trust close buddies with that). Social media is okay though as long as I’m credited for my character.

2) Tag me! ☺️ both so people know where to find me / know that August is mine and so that I can read it too! :3 heehee

3) Have fun with whatever you create!!

4) Please remember Augustine is my personal OC, she doesn’t belong to the fandom, so be respectful of what you do with her (that includes NO nsfw content or inappropriate relations). And just generally keep in mind how important, special, and loved she is to me. ;w; 💜

If you do write anything with August, thank you in advance for being considerate about it! 🥹💜

#AugustineHamato #I’ll add it to her tag cause I’ve gotten this question a couple times now. #I think it scares ppl off when I list out my rules but she’s my babyyyy. ;3; #thank you for your interest in her though! it’s very flattering UwU #randomrottmntfan

[wraithsoutlaws]

NUMBER 9 FOR THE SOFT OTP what would they wear to a merc wedding

9.) Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together. (tagging @nightcxty for requesting the same prompt <3)

cw: mentions of gore (of course)

Dagger patted down the pockets of the dead man before he ripped off his shirt. He frowned at the half pack of cigarettes he found in the breast pocket of the silken jacket–leave it to a corpocunt to smoke menthol. He plucked one out and lit it anyway. With a sigh of smoke, he slid into the button down he’d pulled from the corpse. The fabric was stiff from a fresh dry clean and was probably the nicest thing he’d worn since his Sunday best at eight years old. He remembered why he hated it. The waistcoat wasn’t any better, delicate pinstripes elongating an already lanky form. He cinched the buttons with bloody fingers. Any attempt at cleaning the smear of red against the brass made it worse, but it was hard to see beneath the garish stain where he’d plunged the knife into the man anyway. Dry cleaning wouldn’t fix that one. 

The jacket was the only piece which had miraculously survived without blood, and he elected to leave it with the dead man–a compromise for taking the tie. He couldn’t believe he remembered how to fix it, fingers working on memory as he delicately slid the knot to his throat. His mama would be proud. It almost brought a smile to his lips.

“You look like an asshole,” Dum Dum’s voice chimed like static from behind him.

He turned to find him half dressed. He’d managed alright with the pants, but his shirt was missing and he had knotted the tie around his waist like a belt. 

“It’s supposed to go around your neck, dipshit.” 

“Nah. Felt like it was choking.”

Dagger took a drag from his cigarette, studying him with a raised brow. “And the shirt?”

“Fucking straightjacket.”

“Jesus christ.”

“Well what about you?” Dum Dum said, gesturing to the stain seeping into the fabric of his clothes. “You got blood all over.”

“He was a gusher. Couldn’t be helped.”

“You could’ve shot him like I did.” He gestured back to the second body only a few feet away face down in a puddle of it’s own gray matter. The alleyway where they stood would soon be flooded with a cadre of pigs and corp security. They couldn’t linger much longer, and they wouldn't. They were on a time crunch anyway. 

Dagger finally ripped his knife from the husk below him, flipping it idly between his fingers. A bullet. He scoffed.

“I’m stuck in these damn clothes, ain’t I at least entitled to some fun?” He threw the cigarette down into a pool of blood and picked the abandoned jacket up from the ground. “‘Least wear this. Not fair I’m the only one suffering.”

Dum Dum growled, but swung the jacket on anyway. The fabric pulled tight over his chrome and it’s sleek edges looked out of place sitting against scarred flesh, but Dagger decided it was an improvement upon the last owner. Cold eyes scanned him and almost warmed. He felt a spotlight reflected back at him as Dum Dum met his gaze with a smile that matched his own.

Neither of them wanted to say it, but it was true.

They looked good.

Sirens bounced off the distant walls of the city like a countdown and they took their cue to head back toward the car parked down the block.

“We’ll burn ‘em after the party,” Dagger mentioned at the passenger’s side door. He took one more look at Dum Dum as they slid into his chevillon, committing the image to memory. He had no doubt they clothes would look even better on the floor.

Dum Dum’s grin said the same.

#oc: dagger #dum dum #x: perfect drug #my fic tag #of course it would be this way UwU #thank u this one was fun hehe

[ragnarokhound]

tricke or treate?

Hoo hoo hoo 3 paragraph vamp&wolf jaytim for you:

Jason pants against the hard concrete, grinding his forehead into the cold stone as the last of his bones settle, aching with the change. He can't feel the sun on his skin down here, but he knows the moon has slunk away at last. Another month of freedom won. He lies there, shuddering in the aftershocks, until an implacable hand pulls him up.

Black hair, red eyes, pale skin; he doesn't have windows in his basement cell for two reasons, and Tim is one of them. Jason collapses into him, submits to the soothing drag of his fingers against his feverish and bloody skin. He smells like he always does, like iron and ice and the earth in winter— and like Jason.

"I wish you wouldn't trap yourself down here," Tim says quietly. "I hate what it does to you."

#i'm enjoying this so much lol #thanks for the ask abyss <3 #tim wishes jason wouldn't hide himself away like a monster but jason knows he has to because he's afraid of what he'll do #its an old argument between them #uwu #jaytim #my writing #ask game #deepwithintheabyss #asked and answered #i'll make a tag for this verse since there's more than one post now #🐺🦇

[feralghxuls]

dorito. dorito.

BLEASE

ask and ye shall receive <3

contains: sub mountain, dom dew, spanking, pet play, implied temperature play

words: 1,152

He'd lost track of where he ends and where Dew begins a long time ago. He's been in this room for years. His knees are sore. His ass stings. He's bent over a dresser, struggling to keep his eyes focused on his reflection because Dew told him to. He can't quite manage to lift his eyes to his own face, instead staring at the blurred dark streak of the collar around his throat, the bruises and bite marks framing it, trailing down his chest, across his shoulders. His brows draw together as his eyes track over the marks, fighting to remember what he'd done to earn them. 

The collar tightens around his throat without warning, pressure against the front as Dew pulls hard. His face appears floating over his shoulder, and in the space of the seconds it takes him to drag his gaze up to look at the razor-sharp grin splitting his face, Dew's palm cracks across his ass, makes him jump and groan. The sound is disconnected, far away, but he knows he's the one who made it because it reverberates in his chest. 

"Mountain," Dew growls, his voice rough and low right in his ear. "I asked you a question."

Did he? He's struggling to parse meaning from words. The name Mountain feels so distant. It does on the best of days, but especially now, when he doesn't feel even remotely tethered to reality. Only the pressure on his throat and the insistent burning sting of his skin feels real. 

I– he starts, pressing the word into Dew's head. He's interrupted by a sharp strike across the back of his thighs, a yank on his collar. 

"Out loud. Words, Mountain." Dew's tone is sharp, and all he can do for a moment is groan unintelligently. He works his heavy tongue in his mouth, trying to remember how to form voluntary sounds. He's drooling. He manages a slurred, barely coherent version of the heavy growls and clicks of ghoulish.

"I don't–"

Again, Dew yanks and strikes. Simultaneously this time, making his body jolt and slump forward with a soft groan. It only puts more weight on the collar; Dew offers no give, no mercy. 

"English. You remember English, right?" He sees the sneer on Dew's face out of the corner of his eye and just groans again, something deep in the pit of his belly tightening. "It's a simple fucking question." 

He's not sure if Dew means his thinly veiled insult, or the question he doesn't remember being asked. He drags his eyes up in the mirror to meet the reflection of Dew's gaze, watches his lip curl in distaste. 

"You don't even know your own name right now, do you," Dew mutters, wrapping the leash around his hand, once, twice, a slow and deliberate movement. He’s mesmerized by the movement, and it’s the only warning he gets before Dew yanks hard, down and back, makes his back arch and his head drop back, a wrecked sound punching out of him. He can't breathe like this, the ceiling swimming above him. Dew's upside-down face fills his vision, rolling his eyes at him as he pulls him back even more, forcing him off the dresser until he's standing unsteady on his own two feet. 

His vision starts to go dark and distantly, he hears Dew huff a split second before he releases the pressure on the leash. Not all the way, of course not, but enough. He sucks in a lungful of air, eyes wide and wild, hands reaching in front of him to brace against the dresser. He catches sight of his own cock in the mirror, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, watches it twitch as Dew's hand splays against the front of his throat. His palm is hot on his skin. His cock kicks again, drooling, and all he can do is moan, a wanton sound high in his throat. 

"Dumb slut," Dew murmurs, his tone neutral, almost sweet. Like how poisonous plants paint themselves bright, enticing colors. He licks a long, hot stripe up the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine, settling as heat coiled at the base of it. "Come here." 

Dew doesn't give him time to comply on his own, or try to figure out where 'here' is supposed to be, simply tugging on the collar, jerking him to his feet again. His hand stays at his throat as he pulls him across the room, stops him just in front of the bed. There's a metalic snick from behind his skull, and the pressure is gone. Dew appears in front of him, his expression focused as he clips the leash onto the ring at the front of the collar. It morphs into a dangerous smile as he looks up, gaze boring directly into his soul as he slowly lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

His thoughts are thick syrup, unable to predict where this is going as he watches Dew lay back, spreading his legs, tail relaxed and flicking lazily between them. "Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you going to do the one thing you're good at?"

It's a lot of words. They sink in slowly, a little jumbled, and he's struggling to untangle the meaning. Dew props himself on his elbows and wraps the leash one more time around his hand, pulling it taut and forcing him a shaky step forward. 

"Mount me. Like a fucking dog," Dew says, the last word punctuated by a lash of his tail, the spaded tip whipping up to snap against the underside of his balls. He bites back a moan, knees threatening to buckle. He understands these words, his body moving without him telling it to, nearly falling forward onto the bed. He kneels over Dew, feeling taller than he should. Instinct takes over and he's watching his hands reach down and grip his waist and a thigh, neatly rolling him over. He takes a handful of Dew's tail, right at the base, dragging his hips up. He's jerked down by the neck, that leash still in Dew's hand, still controlling him, but he pays it no mind. 

He's focused, hands on Dew's ass, spreading him open and sinking into wet heat, listening to Dew's harsh exhale as he buries himself balls deep. His own voice startles him, a low, gutteral growl as his claws sink into Dew's hips. He plants his knees wide, bracketing Dew's legs between them and braces against the pressure of the leash, leaning into the weight at the back of his neck, even as Dew pulls harder and harder. He has orders, and he's going to follow them. 

His hips snap forward. Dew yanks on the leash. He buckles forward, has to shift his hands to Dew's back before he faceplants. Just in time to hear Dew hiss out, "Brat."

#dorito.txt #dorito writes #dorito answers #wow dorito wrote ghouls speaking out loud with their mouths. incredible #anyway i hope yall enjoy subby stupit mountain uwu #and mean dew #thank u for pointing loudly at these tags and giving me motivation to write about this crow #i'm gonna throw this on ao3 maybe with some bonus words in a few days #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain monday #hehe. #dorito ficlet

[bolinity]

(fun fact: the three bending moves that bolin does that live in my head 24/7 are:

double-fist pound that he does [seen in book 2 & 4] (honorable mention of that spin he does in that first gif in the link also appears in book 4)

breakdance-like spin kick he does [which is reminiscent of firebending; pretty sure zuko has done something similar]

how he fucking takes down a wholeass building in book 4)

#honestly the whole part in book 2 where he's fighting people during a nuktuk screening is perfection no notes thanks #ooc #bolin is a powerful bender and i love him for that #feel free to browse my 'bending' tag to appreciate bolin bending thanks #also you're welcome uwu

[popponn]

707 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) thank you so much everyone i love you all. i hope the things i post in the future will be able to amuse you ;;;

#the sudden jump in the number surprise me tbh but ;;;; thank you?? #i genuinely didn't expect i will be here??? and i have many moots here now???? yeah my introvert grandma ass def didnt expect this #thank you everyone for everything. i still read the comments & tags repeatedly. edit and delete posts a lot and still kinda confused #but yeah i will try to be better and more pleasant again. thank you so much for letting me have 707 uwu <3 my love... #babblings #okay back to work. all in all <3 i hope i can give some long fics or smth proper soon

[vellichorom]

NOW that the finished collaboration has been posted ~ !!! ( WHICH YOU SHOULD WATCH & SUPPORT HERE )

BEHOLD! the one thierry that took me forever & at least a full week solid of struggle to complete, & while he's not perfect, he's HERE & I can say that my animation attempts prior have NOT BEEN IN VAIN!

PRACTICE IS PROGRESS, GENTS! & smear frames are your best friend ever oh my god

#uwu art #AS PROUD AS I AM I shan't put this in the main tags a second time so if you see this! enjoy #i swear to god this really did take a week's time in total & if it didn't that's how long i suffered at least #BUT IT WAS WORTH IT #thank you again to beartitled for letting me participate & HELPING ME be apart of something so nice #THIS WAS DONE WITH SAI PAINT - AIDED BY MS - & THROWN TOGETHER BY EZGIF! BECAUSE I AM A NUTCASE

[omgkalyppso]

made with This Template

#baldur's gate 3 #oc tag: étoile #thank you to the friend who sent me this i forgot post uwu #screenshots of étoile were taken from the level (12) up screen in ... an act 3 location #their gloves and boots probably changed by the end but this was convenient #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #tagged for spoilers for the alias. don't look it up if you haven't beat the game but i couldn't think of anything original. apologies

[dancingdevildemon]

Each contestant would awaken in a clear tube. There arms and legs pin to their sides. They would be in perfectly spread out circle with their partners right beside them in their own tube.

"Alright you LOT, Give the universe a good show alright." The Announcer commented to all of them. He was dressed in a light red jacket and pink shirt. His hair was back to pink color but, it was lighter now. He cleared his throat to speak.

"WELCOME EVERYONE TO 227th CONTEST OF STRIFE." He shouted as each Contestant was shot down their tubes. They would land on solid ground still stuck their tubes in perfect circle. They were on some kind lake in the middle of the lake was....A Cornucopia filled with goodies they could use.

Thousands of screen filled the sky of above them. Connected to all known universes for ANYONE to tune him. "THE GAMES WILL BEGIN IN A MATTER OF MOMENTS. THESE ARE 26 CONTESTS. ONLY TWO AT MOST CAN SURVIVE. ARE YOU READY MULIT-VERSE?" Cheering filled the arena....AS COUNT DOWN BEGAN.

OOC: 1. There can only be two winners. The two muses left at end of this event can chose to spar each other even if they not on the same team. 2. The Simulator has been SET to Normal (Meaning 1-3 death per round) 3. Each day I will make DAY and Night post (If event goes too long I will speed it up for now we will take it slow) You only be tagged twice a day pasted this point.

4. IF YOU ARE FIRST MUSE OUT OF THE GAMES. You will be given right to help host the games as CO-announcer IF you want too no pressure. 5. This post is open to interact with if you want make post for your muse for all to see. Also encouage dash commentary if you want it. Again NO pressure this all about FUN. <3.

The Next post.....will be beginning of the GAMES. Tags: @polaroidxcamera @multipalz @l-ucitiel @keykeepertm @onepiecc @hcllsraiscd @as-above-rp @radiodoe @peppy-jester @themosthatedbeing @ochtendster @grayfxce @jestamusing @lcftcult @liecoris @stolsas @tempestuous-melody @gunslinginnhogtyin @originemesis @primordialhazbin @mundanemiseries

#IC Guest Muse: The Announcer #the contest of strife (hunger games rp event) #dash commentary even if your not in games #THE FIRST REAL POST WILL COME IN HOUR OR TWO I AM GONNA LET THIS POST SIT FOR A MOMENT <3 #If you make comment on event please use the tag so I can see it uwu it means alot if you do #THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING APART OF THIS