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lilyoffandoms · 2 months

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Aerin Valleros for the @choicesmonthlychallenge

Zinnias: Lasting affection

Coreopsis: growth

Bachelor’s Button: hope & resilience

Gerbera: loyal love

Snapdragon: deception

Crocosmia lucifer: wicked playfulness

My Art ish Tag: @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

#i gave up on the idiots stupid face so you get just the flowers and the ring #sorry i’m too tired to do anything more #plus those flowers weee a bitch to draw even if i had two of them already drawn and just pasted them in #anyway happy march #may it be filled with more flowrrs than cocky little bastards #my art ish thing #i polish nothing

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sneez · 11 months

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three bog-standard tervises (pissed off) and one rare and unusual tervis (smiling)

[id: four digital drawings. the first image shows tervis sitting hunched on the ground with their arms wrapped around their knees, staring distrustfully at the viewer. they are barefoot and are wearing a brown robe and a red shawl draped over their head and shoulders. the second image is a painterly portrait of tervis looking straight at the viewer against a blue background. they are wearing a bulky respirator which covers most of their face and have a single mechanical eye which is glowing blue. the third image is a coloured portrait of tervis against a sky-blue background. they have pulled their hood down and are looking into the air with an expression of tentative wonder. the fourth image is a photograph of a sign on the door of an office which reads ‘DO NOT ENTER THE OFFICE. PLEASE RESPECT MY PERSONAL SPACE. NOTHING TO DO WITH CORONAVIRUS, I AM JUST A MISRABLE [sic] BASTARD’. tervis (with respirator, mechanical eye, and mechadendrite) has been drawn into the scene as though they are sitting at the desk; they are looking resignedly out at the viewer. end id.]

#artwork #tervis #40k #well sort of. 2/4 of these are 40k tervis and the other two are pathologic tervis. same character just different universe #anyway :-D my TERVLET #i cant help that she is just so much fun to draw. my little guy. my little horrible bastard #ALSO i just finished my exams the other day so i am FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!! my degree is COMPLEAT wa HOO hoo RAY #i dont graduate for another few weeks but all my work is done so i can do whatever i like now :-D so far i have done [checks] nothing #i plan to draw more tervises though. many more tervises #i hope you are all well my dear friends i hope ill be online more often now that im Free :-) i have things to answer as usual my apologies #look at tervis. look at him. are you looking

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true-blue-sonic · 11 months

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A story I wrote just now based on this post, wherein I discuss some headcanons I have about Silver and his survival skills. Specifically around my ideas of how he views cooking and eating in the past! Also an Espilver fic because I love these two <3

Word count: 1493 words

Cooking for two sweet-toothed picky eaters is a challenge every day, but luckily Espio likes cooking.

“So today we are making spaghetti. You’ve had it before, you like it,” the chameleon explains, rummaging around in their little storage in the cabinets for his first ingredient: the garlic. With the cloves rapidly freed the ninja places their encasings, the peels, in their tiny organic waste bucket at the sink. No clutter for him while he is cooking, and besides, finally he has someone who actually listens to the manners he’s trying to teach the entire Chaotix. Silver has truly taken a shine to the kitchen as well, popping in every single day to learn more about food and all its peculiarities, and today is no different.

Behind Espio the hedgehog nods most seriously, peering over at the utensil drawer as Espio grabs the things they’ll need. “I’ll help. What are you doing?” follows, as it has every single day since Espio decided he wouldn’t mind having some company in the kitchen, and the chameleon smiles.

“I’m cutting the garlic so it is small enough to cook with. Normal people use a garlic press for this, but unfortunately we live in a household of lunatics, so I need to use a knife,” he tells the other, deftly cutting the cloves into miniscule cubes. Not an issue for a skilled ninja, and besides, it had been him who insisted kitchen devices like garlic presses were a waste of money anyway. As it stands, he is the only one who ever would make use of it, and the chameleon prefers a swift training of his skill with the blade alongside an opportunity to show off to anyone watching him chop up the food at lightning speed. Charmy can’t use any such tools because he is not allowed to cook, Vector’s culinary prowess limits itself to heating up ramen noodles and ruining pudding, and Silver...

Espio turns around to brag about just how perfectly cut his garlic cubes are, right on time to see his beloved pull his hand out of the organic waste bucket and shove all remnants of the bulb into his mouth.

“...Silver,” the chameleon brings out.

A hum follows amidst odd crunching noises Espio rather would not have lent an ear to.

Standing stupefied the chameleon blinks, having half a mind to push his voice into the tone that occasionally works on Charmy when the bee is misbehaving. “Spit. That. Out.”

The hedgehog in question freezes in his curious chewing, face stuck between a vibe of What In The World Am I Doing intermixed with Why Am I Being Scolded. “Vhwat?” follows muffledly, as Espio places his knife on the cutting board and dives towards the other to grab his chin. “Hmgh- Espwioh!”

“Out,” Espio orders, tensing his hold and puffing up Silver’s cheeks... and his beloved coughs as the whole peel gets spat out indeed, and the writhing in the ninja’s arms stops in favour of staring owlishly at the clump on the counter.

“.......Hm,” follows, somewhat disheartened. “That was, uh...”

“Not something we are supposed to be doing, now is it?” Crossing his arms Espio shoots the hedgehog a worried glare... which grows even more worried as Silver vigorously shakes his head.

“No, that’s not what I mean. Tastes great, Es!”

“...It cannot.”

“No, really! It’s... good.”

“Silver, it is waste. We cannot eat this,” Espio explains, lovingly smacking at Silver’s powers as sparks of cyan reach out for the slightly-drool-covered bulb remnants once more. “You stop that. What are you even doing, going through our waste like a raccoon?”

“Es, you always say we can’t waste food! And that stuff is food!” the disapproving retort comes, though now it is the chameleon’s turn to shake his head.

“Tenshi, you are incorrect. When preparing ingredients, there simply are some parts that cannot be eaten. Those have to be thrown away. And that includes the bulb of the garlic; we can only eat the cloves I’ve been cutting.” But it does explain some things he’s wondered about ever since Silver has joined their household, the chameleon muses; namely how the hedgehog often seems two seconds away from rummaging through any bin, eats everything, has become Charmy’s number one plate cleaner when the bee doesn’t want to finish his dinner, and seems to hold some very odd opinions around eating. “And you are not in the ruined future anymore,” Espio adds more gently as Silver opens his mouth for a protest. “I know this might seem like a strange thought, but this is how it works here. Uh, just like how we cook food too, and don’t eat it raw. You found that strange too, right?”

“That is because it is,” the pointed response follows, though mercifully Silver’s eyes drift away from the garlic peels towards Espio’s minced cubes the chameleon still has not been able to brag about. “So I can’t eat those like that either,” gets added slowly, Espio shaking his head with a laugh.

“No, you cannot, that would be nasty... even if I think you actually might be able to but that means I don’t have enough for the recipe and I need to cut more. Speaking of, it’s very nice cubes, is it not?”

Crouching in front of the counter, Espio’s hand at the ready to intercept in case his beloved gets any ideas about giving the garlic a small nibble all the same, Silver studies it. “Tiny,” his verdict is. “...Can’t I just eat one? Just to try it? Maybe it’s great.”

“Just as great as the peel, hm?” Espio can’t help but tease, lifting up one bit of minced garlic with the tip of the knife so Silver’s powers can grab it... and promptly the chameleon laughs at how Silver’s face falls the very moment the stuff enters his mouth, into a look of pure, allicin-induced unhappiness. Living in a ruined future also has given the hedgehog little idea about flavours other than nasty and gross, but that does mean many things can be overwhelming for him, even if said hedgehog merely swallows and pushes a smile on his face once more.

“It’s nice, Es.”

“Liar,” the ninja easily retorts with a smirk.

A deep sigh follows. “A little,” Silver laments, flopping himself against Espio. “Eating food is weird. Never could have thought something like eating would be so complicated.”

“You’ll get used to it in no time.” Fingers moving up to give Silver an encouraging stroke over his quills the chameleon muffles another laugh at the way his psychic’s nose wrinkles. The stench of garlic is clear on his gloves as Espio gives them a whiff himself; not suitable for supporting caresses, that much is certain. “How about you help me with using this garlic to make a very tasty dish, then? You liked the spaghetti the last time,” he proposes as a peace offer instead.

Ears perking up Silver nods vigorously, Espio grabbing a pan from the cabinets. “Fill this for two-thirds with water and place it on the stove, I’ll handle the fire. And after that, grab the spaghetti. We can put it in when the water is warm enough.”

“Will do!” the chipper response comes, garliccy drama seemingly already forgotten as Silver darts away to the sink and Espio uses his distraction to swiftly swipe the garlic peel right into the closable trash can. His perfectly minced and sadly-not-very-appreciated cubes of garlic end up in another pan, alongside the tomato sauce and the package of discounted vegetables... before Espio freezes at a peculiar noise.

“Silver,” the ninja calls out warningly over his shoulder at the crunching sounds of his beloved nibbling a string of uncooked spaghetti, a laugh merely following.

“This one is nice, Es.”

With a flick of the lighter the stove gets turned on, Espio shaking his head as he wrenches the package of noodles from the other’s hands. “Incorrigible, you. Will you try to drink the sauce next if I leave you here unattended?”

“It does look tasty,” the prompt response follows alongside Silver’s golden gaze curiously studying that pan in question, and Espio can only laugh as he quickly intercepts and directs his beloved towards the kitchen chairs instead; from here on there is little the hedgehog can do anyway, as Espio doesn’t want to let him too close to a lit stove yet, and thus his role falls back to being his cheerful encouraging self that makes cooking just a bit more enjoyable. Incorrigible or not, Espio wouldn’t want to have Silver any other way, and besides, it’s nice to finally not have to deal with a picky eater to cook for...

But perhaps he does need to explain the differences between food and waste a bit more clearly, just in case.

Not needing to cook for a picky eater means nothing if he needs to fish Silver out of every trash can because of that, after all.

Author’s notes:

Not originally planned but this fic goes out to my absolute barbarian friend who just monched uncooked spaghetti straight from the packaging while I was scolding her in abject horror, luv you <3

I hope you enjoyed reading!

#espilver #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #blue's writing #sonic the hedgehog #love the idea of Espio being a Smug Bastard just bragging about how nicely cut his garlic cubes are lol #all the appreciation Vector and Charmy do not have for his cooking are returned two-fold by Silver!! <3 #in case people are confused by the organic waste bucket: I have an empty yoghurt bucket thing on my counter that I yeet my organic waste in #and then once every few days I meander down to the communal waste area to put it in the organic waste trash can there #it sucks and is gross😂#and also apparently you *can* eat raw garlic and it *might* even be healthy!! Maybe #I wouldn't try it myself at least!😂

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fionnaskyborn · 6 months

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for the longest time i was a loss as to what to bring to the potluck because i thought i should bring something good and of high quality but then i realized that i was supposed to be having fun and that the whole point of the event is to have fun. so here i am, smiling at you, handing you a doodle of Guys From My AU because, let's face it, if i were to make a full illustration for any of them i'd only be able to participate in Potluck 2027. look at the itty bitty bastards :)

(the lineup is missing the team's AI but he was too darn itty bitty to draw next to the already ittybitty-fied Big Dudes)

#potluck2023 #they're just shapes but i love them so very much #come to installation 07 we got uhhh cool bastard with a cool visor d°°mguy with a bigass scarf THE DUUUUDE a really fucked up machine guy #two out of four odsts of the rat squad and an ai named after hal ninethousand #funnily enough despite more than half of this lineup being spartans (or spartan-adjacent... things) if zg were a game it would be very much #odst-like in nature because it's just a small group of dudes trying to find survivors from the lnfinity crash while also trying to survive #themselves #and then of course things keep devolving but they're all bonding with each other #and they all get to meet both new people and people they care about a lot and it's great despite the hardships :)#anyways this au is my proudest creation but materializing these ideas in the physical world is a pain in the ass because it takes the amount #of time i simply Do Not Have. one day though. one day. :)

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katyspersonal · 5 months

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Tumblr sorta needs a 'Mute' feature in my opinion. Like what if I don't want to block this user, what if I don't want to become enemies and in some days I'd like to interact. But also most of the time seeing how they avidly encourage everyone else whereas I get the passive-aggressive 'oh yeah very uhh... interesting... (please leave me alone I don't like your art lol)' makes me want to unfollow every single fan of these characters and never draw them again.

I remember two years ago the exact same thing happened when someone liked the same character and the same ship and I swear I was the only person in the fandom they bluntly left out and could not spare a single good word for. I can't even blame this on my art being "ugly" because this type of user always aggressively praises all art styles and all levels of skill, it feels more like 'a personal thing except we never fought a single time'. And now my toxic trait of needing approval from [cool person name] is back to haunt me years later! Add the unability to "abandon" this character/ship/whatever despite wanting to after facing so much unspoken passive spite, because I am a contrarian and the best way to trap me into doing something is to try to exclude me from it. I didn't face attempts to very aggressively bully me out of the yard/class/community/etc, sometimes with physical violence included, only to let something mid like passive aggression online finally do it.

I am really stupid and naive person despite my age, but in like 5% of the cases I will still understand the hint and understand what is going on. Yet I have to pretend to be clueless even in rare situations when I know someone hates me, because since they never admitted it, quitting will be perceived as me being "paranoid". But dear goooood, it hurts sometimes. I hope that one day I will be numbed to being treated as a tumor on an otherwise healthy body of society that someone is dying to amputate- and always a person whose approval I want, of all people. Knowing that this day will come is one of the things that keep me going as both a person and a creator. Things like viruses and diseases still try their best to persist, so even if I am actually one, I should persist. It doesn't matter whether I actually rot everything around me or this is just my self-depreciating delusion upon focusing on people that mistreated me and not people that loved me. What matters is persisting, I just still feel angry that it hurts. I can't respond spite with spite or passive aggression with passive aggression, I can't do the 'smug asshole' when I become aware that someone tries to starve me until I "die". I can just fall over and cry about it like a kicked dog, despite being so old, especially when it is a person I didn't have anything against.

And really.. It is as simple as turning the internet off, so I don't see The Person and can focus on doing stuff that I like, as if they never existed and can't crash my self-esteem. It is just annoying to keep doing this, a feature to not see them unless I am in the mood would be better. Like.. blocking is not an option. Not only it implies being enemies which is not my intention, but also it will be like an "evidence" that I was "crazy". They didn't do anything, right? Well, they know what they did, but it was never verbal, so it is my fault I "imagined things", right?

#/vent #/negative #/HEAVILY negative #fandomry rambles #like I started crying typing this do not read it unless you already know #it is just stupid how I don't even need any sort of drama to *just* annoy people to THIS severe point #like I said even before everything there was a very similar situation #I just evoke some primal hatred in specific type of people #it is probably what happened with maasanox but they apologized and moreover felt bad vibes from the stalker bully idiot #it is more like that meme from Lilo and Stitch #'ah yeah all artists and other creative fans deserve knowing they are liked and talented and supported...'#*katya walks in* 'EXCEPT THAT ONE!!!!!!!'#the punchline is that the two years ago guy and todays guy are fans of the same character #I swear the fictional bastard has abnormal ability to reveal the ugliest truths and bring out the worst in people #like the last time someone kinned the twink every single person here showed their true face and that was painful #not a single person got spared of showing what they were made of and me lacking spine was the LEAST of the sins brought up for judgement #you see this is why truth hurts. because people are terrible. truth is always ugly because WE are always ugly #I kinda love him for that but seriously can he stop making the worst things surface for FIVE minutes lol #in my excuse I am TRYING to kill my 'inner child' because these problems are too stupid but it seems impossible #I am a kicked dog with rabies in the past today and always

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leveragehunters · 9 months

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Took the plunge into Baldur's Gate 3, and basically rolled my old WoW hunter. Even named her Tarma! I love her and the game so far is a blast - I'm only 6 hours in, so there's a long way to go. I'm playing on the Rog Ally (a handheld), which I also love, and it runs like a dream.

Def recommend!

Bonus pic of my Rog Ally, featuring (and named after) my old WoW hunter:

#It really is fun #The companions are great #There's a total snarky probably evil bastard and basically a klingon and i adore them both #Even though i'm pretty sure they'd shank my trying to do the right thing ass without hesitation #The other two seem nice but just don't inspire the same delighted affection #i was saving for a steam deck but i don't know if they'll ever be released over here #Kinda glad now actually cause the rog ally seems way more versatile #haven't played d&d since the 80s but it's pretty easy to pick up what you need to know #but i'm playing story mode so that might help #LH plays bg3

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lenievi · 1 year

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KIRK: Am I afraid of losing command to a computer? Daystrom's right. I can do a lot of other things. Am I afraid of losing the prestige and the power that goes with being a starship captain? Is that why I'm fighting it? Am I that petty? MCCOY: Jim, if you have the awareness to ask yourself that question, you don't need me to answer it for you. Why don't you ask James T. Kirk? He's a pretty honest guy.

Love how McCoy is like won’t tell him he’s petty, but yeah, you’re kinda petty, Jim.

Good thing you’re actually self-aware, Jim.

Like, sure, Kirk’s intuition was right, but like McCoy said, “When it comes to your job, that's different. And it always will be different.” And Jim doesn’t want to give up his job. He doesn’t want the job to be taken away, and he doesn’t want it to be taken away by a machine, because

“There are certain things men must do to remain men. Your computer would take that away.”

People still need to do some things manually, they need to overcome obstacles, they need to move forward and change. Not everything can be replaced by an AI.

#just more stuff to help me with characterization #But yeah the two of them like and enjoy the power and privilege their ranks give them #tos nonsense #also mccoy isn't truly against mechanization he sees the positives #but i also think that mccoy arrogantly believes that his job as a doctor could never be replaced by an ai #i feel that i should probably think more about what i write and not just dump thoughts but i feel like it's better to just dump first #thoughts lol than overthink them #today is one of those days when it will probably look like i spent three hours watching the episode... i just have to do other things so i'm #watching in pieces lol #and yes i like my kirk petty and arrogant and seemingly a bastard why do you ask #leonard mccoy #jim kirk

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