{A bat flies in and clings to the ceiling, hanging upside down.}

"Uuuuh Mikey!"

*Kid Yi points up to him*

Tried to do canon height Kirby cause why not? This is cute. More fun with masks.

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me after editing the aau prologue for the bajillionth time

not sure yet and not very sonic but im thinking about itflo

this is a corner where you can rant about how primosaving is difficult and how it shouldn't be difficult cuz we dserve all these lovely characters /hj

LIKEEEEE if zhongli [ / favorite character ] didn't exist i swear my primos will be zero 🧍🏼‍♀️ the moment the number hits 160 im pressing the damn button.

he's literally my gambling addiciton blocker.

😔🤚

i did a pity building party a few weeks ago cuz i thought it'd be fun.....

I learned my lesson by experience and I'm never doing it again.

anyway, this is also a reminder to save for Zhongli [Or for your favorite character in general]!! as much as possible I try not to be tempted on pulling esp since i'm still building my team.

the only advice I could give is that, if you want to get a new character.. do u have extra wishes for their signature weapon? cuz yk.... the aesthetic and matching color... would be... nice... right..?

>:))

(yes i tell this advice to myself and its basically guilt-tripping me on not wishing BUT IF IT WORKS IT WORKS.)

From a very young age, Kaeya held such a fondness for handholding. Whether it was his father clinging tightly to him to make sure he didn’t get lost, Adelinde’s gentle, grounding hand closed over his to comfort him whenever his nerves got the better of him, Crepus’s rough-palmed, firm yet comforting grip as he brought him back home, or, as it was most often of all, Diluc’s warm, yet at times uncomfortably tight hold as he dragged him anywhere, everywhere, determined to always keep Kaeya close and eagerly show him all there was to see, Kaeya treasured the gesture greatly.

Of course, being as shy as he was, initiating it himself was always the harder part. So much so, he would tend to hold pinkies, rather than outright take a person’s hand in his own. Eventually, it would become his most common way to go about the gesture of affection.

What "monster fish" are you?

Bichir (genus Polypterus)

You're a tenacious person who somehow continually manages to survive circumstances that would drive anyone else insane. You're the type to not confide in others and shoulder the burden of everything life throws at you all by yourself. Your stubbornness can be both a strength and a weakness; it allows you to stand strong in truly bleak circumstances, but can also cause you to stagnate. You're prone to digging your heels in and resisting change, even if you should logically know that change would be good for you.

Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @awolxsiblings, @babydxhl, @byanyan, @gnarledbite, @goldenmedic, @grasshopperqueen, @paleobird, @the-rorschach-mask and anybody else who'd like to do this??

What was your Father like when you were a kid??

Well.. He certainly was very busy.

@yabokku said: So a shorty like a melody in my head that I can't keep out? ✨

The easy thing would have been to be insulted - but those furrowed brows take a moment to think before she reacts this time.

"...heh. You know, that's not so bad! Of course you'd be thinking about someone like me with how amazing I am! Bet you can't take your eyes off of me, right~~?"

{A turtle with blank eyes that have a faint orange glow to them, an orange mask, and nunchucks in their belt appears.}

Hey, Yi-.

Oh.

*She looks up to Mikey, gasping quietly*

"Another turtle!"

*Yi holds her hands up to him*

"Sigh... Isn't it a little romantic when someone is willing to kill a terrible person just for you?"

"...............??? I... guess? No?"

Grump and not so grump (Patreon)

Oh my God one of the birbs is trying to cheat on her partner

                   ::  @narvvhal​ & khioniya  ↤  PLOTTED STARTER  ::

LIYUE HARBOUR, 13 hours ago.

her majesty the tsaritsa, a brumal vision in liyue’s earthen tones. sunk from the mountainous north to find her wayward heir upon their bloody red walk bridges, beneath their geometric roofs - stalking among the many lights that herald the lantern festival. she, in search of a man who so happens to be responsible for an incident here ( as much her fault as his. )              so then, who better to make amends?

there are little ones lost to the dark maw of the chasm. only the shreds of information have made it out of there - but those did make it out, & the fatal loyalty on display so far below the earth has driven khioniya off her throne. ( m i l e s  &  m i l e s from home. ) alike those lost & yet, nothing like their strife at all.

“this is not our festival.” there is some satisfaction at the slackjawed surprise in those who recognise her here. ( shorter, smaller, but just as pale. as part of the deal she is to be but the briefest glimpse of herself within the city’s borders. ) the northland bank evidently continues to play its opulent part- as do its creditors, its hunters. ayaks’ deep eyes are such a welcome sight.        “but we may as well bring them home before it ends, no?”

THE CHASM

this place eats the light. the remains of the sun that was made to die one kind of death here, are sooty & vindictive. the rock is stained blue. asphyxiated by the shadows.                invited by her there is a hunger here, a thrill. pebbles tumble over each other in her blind spot. the scff of otherwise quiet steps; the faintest swish of his scarf trailing in the wake of his purpose—& he, in hers.

a few locations had been marked & a crude, partially filled in map had exchanged hands. what has been filled in has been done in firm detail; those who stayed in the cave system having done so at length. but they were all scattered, & what connects the known tombs are passageways that’ll leave them in the dark. & then there are the unknown...         chalk scratches along the rockface. an arrow. inward.

                          “they’ve not even eaten properly in weeks. anyone we find gets sent here,” here, where a cache of non-perishable foods awaits them. sheltered from the enemy outside yet, close enough to bask in sunlight as it slants into the pit they are descending through. it is a paltry apology, & yet the taste of home will invigorate beyond any other treat. any other necessity. since they are quite unwelcome, there is a silent understanding between her majesty & lady ninguang. not a toe out of line; but corpses- & their alternatives -free to retrieve. as long as the collected force moves linearly away from the harbour. they’ll need to climb—but that, that comes much later.                “we’ll find our own way.” doubtlessly.

“...i owe you an apology as well. they come first,” it trails off, chased down by the scratch of chalk as she chooses left - & marks it on another makeshift map. “...but i know the situation i have put you in.            i will compensate you. somehow. if you’ll let me.”

//it just occurred to me while answering that, that I have some new people now, and if you didn’t know I have other blogs they’re at @lilmelvin​ and @gunsandpatches​ and i might be working on an OC that i’m very nervous to drop so we’ll see when I push her into the light

Me going into toy stores as an adult before: focused on the plushies or Pokémon cards, maybe figurines or games

Me going into a toy store now, having married into the role of aunt: as soon as my niece is old enough I Will get her some calico critters one of these Christmases.