(don’t reblog) can’t wait for the anime-onlies to discover that nekomata is suga and oikawa’s secret grandfather.

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

skinamarink was so insanely creepy... i even screamed once and my friend laughed at me

gays, claim your "I survived the summer of 2023" tokens here

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

I'm looking at the Zora May prompts and wanna write stuff, and now my brain's just giggling with ideas LOL like--

Imagine, after Age of Calamity, that Link and Mipha get together. That has its whole set of fun and drama - a Hylian/Zora marriage would mean a lot anyway, but particularly when it's the Zora princess and the Hero of Hyrule. Link and Mipha start to have a family, Zelda is settling into being queen, and they all have their own set of stressors and joys and the three are still besties and it would be just so funny to see y'all. Like... Link takes his oath as a knight seriously, so he still assists Hyrule often, and just this scenario in my head came and--

Zelda, sighing: I hardly slept last night. I was up late researching the latest Zonai discoveries and almost forgot I had a meeting with the Rito delegation this morning. I'm so tired.

Link, hair a mess, on his third cup of coffee after dealing with one of his kids having a meltdown while the other kept everyone up crying all night, dealing with Mipha also trying to do royal duties, having just teleported over here via Sheikah towers: .....That sounds rough.

Thanks.

<- god's wettest most pathetic most stressed most anxious beast btw

Scene 13

As like last cycle, a quiet hum of activity filters through your consciousness as you come to. Your umbilical cord is still clamped firmly between your arms, and your neurons are undisturbed. For that, you are thankful.

You clear your vision and find several scavengers staring at you—or, well, your neurons. You pull them closer, glancing between all of them. The brown scavenger from last night is in the group, blinking at your neurons. Their gazes are still more curious than afraid, though there's a definite air of uncertainty among them now.

It would be good to explain your... biology, or at least attempt to. You point at your neurons, then at yourself. "This me."

You get a crowd of rapid, confused blinking. The brown scavenger from last night creeps a little closer, hesitantly reaching a hand out towards your neurons. You tighten your grip on your umbilical cord, bracing yourself for having to snatch it away. "This you?" it repeats, gently poking your neurons. "Glow is you?"

"Yes." How do you convey these ideas with your so very limited vocabulary... You mime plucking off one of the neurons. "Dangerous me." Close enough?

A gradual understanding, though still laced with confusion and curiosity, comes into the scavenger's eyes as it glances between you and your neurons. Then, it shakes its head violently at you. You stare at it in confusion. It stares back; there's a moment of awkward silence before the scavenger scuttles away, tail tucked between its legs. You decide not to go after it.

You should follow their lead though. You clamber to your feet, retrieving your lance, and you stare down at it for a few moments. Honestly, it's a lot easier to carry it in your hands than put it into your harness. The harness might still be useful for some other weapon you may get further along your journey, but you're better off just holding your lance for now you think. You heft it over one shoulder as you make your way out of the scavengers' settlement.

You saw part of it last cycle, but you're still taken aback by the sight of the ruins of the nectar sector as you emerge from the dim depths of the scavengers' abode. Piles and piles and piles of metal as far as you can see, without any semblance of the delicate nectar flowers that were supposed to grow here... You should have expected—were expecting—this, but it still settles inside of you uncomfortably like a stray spark of electricity.

A lot of this metal was here to prevent the nectar flowers from being crushed by the rains. That clearly backfired; you gingerly step around some of the wreckage, straining to lift a particularly large sheet of metal momentarily before giving up and letting it go. Maybe there was a chain reaction. One part collapsed, causing neighboring parts to collapse, which eventually spread to the whole nectar sector, ruining it all in one fell swoop.

... you could stand here theorizing all day, but you really shouldn't. You need to get some more food, and to be on your way.

HORIZON ZERO DAWN ー scenery (17 / ∞)

[ID: Two-part digital drawing depicting Basira, Daisy, and Jon from TMA. In the top panel, Basira, a chubby woman with medium brown skin and shoulder-length curly hair, sits on the lip of a bathtub in a warmly lit bathroom. She’s wearing a blue oversized jumper and dark blue leggings. She faces Daisy, a thin, pale-skinned blonde woman with many scars, who sits in the bath. Basira is combing out Daisy’s matted hair as Daisy stares down into the bathwater with a haunted expression. The visible parts of the bathtub and Daisy’s hair and skin are caked with dirt.

The bottom panel depicts Jon, alone in a darkened room, hugging his knees to his chest in a clawfoot bathtub. Light filters in from the open doorway and there is a candle on the lip of the tub. A filthy shirt and pair of trousers sit on the floor beside it. Jon’s dark, greying hair is also matted and filthy. He stares vacantly and a tear runs down his face. End ID.]

just in case you guys were wondering i’m coping with having fixated on 132 with @call-of-the-ocean all week!!! i’m soooooo fine. peace and love and forever deep below creation or whatever :~)

I wonder if Scott's alpha teeth made him nervous even after he got used to them just Being A Thing Now. If, when he would catch the glint of red eyes staring back at him, he had to still an instinctive flinch and try not to think of all the people who have threatened to or almost ended his life with that same vibrant hue. If the feeling of blood under his claws, on his skin, in his hair and soaked into his clothes ever became normal, if it was ever something truly able to be numbed and ignored. If seeing his shadow with pointed ears and elongated claws and shredded shirts gave him day terrors like the Nogitsune never went away; a paranoia that everyone could see how fucking messed up (how scary) he was. If Scott ever truly moved on from feeling afraid of being a monster, of becoming a Monster. Not all monsters do monstrous things, but all Scott has ever seen is monsters who choose to act like their namesake.

If he continues to be cautious and aware of his teeth, of his eyes, of how blood is overwhelming and what it's like to be afraid --- because if he looses his humanity, his tie to slow healing and faulty lungs and what it feels like to be prey to somebody else, how will he be any different from the monsters that plague him?

Scott is the outlier, and he does not let his monstrous features define how he chooses to behave and who is chooses to be.

has anyone in the OFMD fandom called a fic something with the pun 'sex Ed' in the title because that one is right there

Anyway I think once Wendy found out who Maxwell is she'd like. Latch onto him hard. Like she's clearly got attachment issues (refusing to move on from abby or let her fade away), she's already lost most of her family (abby dead, her parents in the real world), so discovering someone related to her was right there this whole time would def cause her to attach herself bad. This could also give her conflicted emotions, considering that Maxwell still dragged her here, most likely dragged her there with the promise of getting Abby back. Her fucking uncle dragged her into the Constant when she was in a desperate position. Many such cases

the echthroi protagonists on the set of barbie