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bro i have three meowmeres and no star wrath

Awwwww, that little tongue like “blep”!

Thanks for tagging me @aryasbadbenergy !

I’ll tag @kelleesioverhere @endlessnorth and @thelandofnothing if you guys haven’t done it yet!

I was tagged by my friend @softironman to make myself using https://picrew.me/image_maker/296093

I'm tagging the usual crew of victims: @aryasbadbenergy, @patethenovice, @lady-reed, @touch-of-mischief and @buttercuparry

This is perfectly encapsulates everything that happened during the concert and what it looked like through the tears of the people who just couldn't believe their eyes. This is a masterpiece. No one else could have made it the way you did. That is skill.

i tried to make some mcr reunion art but i have absolutely no skill but i tried :''')

Day 1 and 2: Acorns and Handheld

Thank you so much to @aaytaro-gt for giving the prompts for g/t inktober! Not sure how committed I’m gonna be this month, but I’ll sure as hell try my best lol

Another thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, you are a freaking lifesaver when it comes to editing <3.

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Acorns

“Whatcha doing?” Ostreatus turned to the human lounging on the couch, a book cast off the side of the cushion.  She watched him intently as he carved, curiosity burning in her expression. He raised a brow, setting down the acorn and blade.

    “Carving” He said, looking down at his current project. Sylvia sat up and her eyes flicking to the small basket of acorns that he’d been working on. After a few months of watching him come and go, it still surprised her when the borrower would bring something strange back to work on. This week, it was acorn carving. Specifically, hollowing out the inside of an acorn. 

    “How come though? Do you use it as some sort of tiny basket or something?” Ostreatus stared at her, before snorting out a laugh. It was a rare occurrence, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He walked to the edge of the table, the in-progress acorn in hand. Sylvia turned to face him fully, curiosity shining in her eyes.

    “Unfortunately, the bottom is too curved to really work as a container, though I do like where your heads at,” He began, tapping the hollowed seed in thought before shaking his head. “No, these are for the colony. From what I recall about you humans, you have a celebration known as “Halloweens” or something, but we celebrate our own version of that!” He said, his body language becoming more and more animated as he spoke. “It's called “Helios Falls”, and descends from when our ancestors would celebrate the nightfall tonight.” He said, a smile creeping onto his face. 

    Sylvia hummed in thought, listening to the rambles of him as he spoke. Normally, he would be reserved, only coming to shelter when he would be injured or lonely. At least, she thought so. This sudden excitement was strange, but she found herself enjoying it more and more as he continued. “The acorns are for carving faces, similar to the pumpkins you use, for masks or decorations. The kids love it and it's one of my favorite parts of the celebration” He said, and Sylvia's smile only widened in response.

Ostreatus noticed this, and quickly quieted down, a blush darkening his copper skin. Slowly, he sat back down, continuing to carve the acorn. Though she was disappointed that he was no longer openly rambling, she understood his discomfort from being watched. Slowly, she turned back to the book she was reading prior, letting him finish his work in peace. The hours flew by as she became lost in the narrative.

It was only as the sunset streamed through the windows that she noticed him in his traveling gear, strapping the large skullcap mushroom to his messy black curls. The basket of acorns sat beside him, each seed hollowed out fully. Ostreatus turned to her, a small grin on his face.

“Leaving so soon?” Sylvia joked, a teasing smile on her face. He huffed, though the smile on his face showed his lack of anger. He grabbed one of the acorns from the basket, cradling it as if it were a porcelain figure. Slowly, he stepped forward, his cheeks slowly turning a deeper shade of pink. Sylvia became puzzled at the display, but walked over to the table nonetheless. Gingerly, Ostreatus presented the carved acorn, and she quietly gasped.

“Please be careful with it, I-I worked hard on it” He said quietly, his gaze fixated on the ground below. She could only nod in response, her voice escaping her as she studied the seed. It was the acorn from earlier. Her initials were front and center, yet she noticed a variety of flowers and bugs carved near them, all made with care. She slowly took the acorn from his grasp, noticing the little hole at the top so she could wear it. Never in her life had someone gone this far out of their way to make something this special. Carefully, she maneuvered the acorn from her hands onto the table before facing him again.

“You… you made this for me?” She whispered, her voice filled with awe and warmth. Ostreatus nodded, looking up through the mushroom hat he wore. She was touched and without thinking she scooped him into her hands and hugged him, yet the embrace was loving and warm, like a friend hugging you for the first time in years.

He froze, his heart spiking at the surprise onslaught of warmth permeating from her hands and chest. It was slightly overwhelming, yet he found himself relaxing into the touch that he rarely received. Unfortunately Sylvia noticed her mistake and tried to pull him away, but was met with the sight of him curled around her thumb, hugging it close. She smiled softly at him, with his strange mushroom hat covering his head and the leafy-green cloak that obscured most of his body, all messy from the odd position, but it warmed her heart at the open display of comfort.

Slowly, he uncurled, and just sat on her palm, a sheepish yet happy smile on his face. Sylvia set him down on the table, and he scurried off her hand onto the flat surface. Ostreatus righted himself, straightening his hat and cloak in an attempt of looking somewhat put-together, and she could only chuckle at the display. 

“Well, I best be off at the colony before nightfall, I’ll see you again soon,” He said, walking to the open windowsill, stopping right at the edge of it before turning back to her. “Thank you, by the way, for listening… and the hug. It.. it means a lot.” He finished, a blush creeping onto his face as he turned back to the window. Sylvia didn’t get the chance to say anything else as he quickly attached his hook to the edge and leaping off like some kind of bird.

As the sun set in the distance, she once again noticed the small acorn sitting on her desk, and the smile grew on her face once more. If Sylvia started wearing a new acorn pendant shortly after, who could blame her?

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That’s all for now, have a great day/night ya’ll :]

Wait this is funny

My little brother (10 yo) isn’t usually a “Fan” of anything - like he watches tv all the time but he’s never super invested in the story or characters and he rarely reads voluntarily. Mostly he hangs out around his jock of an older brother (15) who pokes fun at the fandom and writerly shenanigans of my marvel-obsessed sister (17) and I, the resedent Nerd and Author who “Care Too Much” about fantasy worlds. 

But recently we’ve all been watching Avatar the Last Airbender as a family and my little brother is hooked - to the point that he’s created his own self-insert roleplay in his head that he will excitedly ramble about to anyone who will listen (usually me lol). Over time, I’ve learned to rant about my writing and fandom and such online so as not to annoy my family but he hasn’t quite grasped that yet and unfortunetly finds himself on the recieving ends of people shutting him down and calling his ideas dumb. 

Today I handed him a notebook and pen and asked him to write it all down so I could read it when he’s done.

I’m enabling my 10 year old brother to write me fanfic and I couldn’t be more excited. 

is it scurvy? is it lead? is it tuberculosis? is it the crippling loneliness? who knows we’re all dying

a fun moment of pet grief.

so i've experienced auditory hallucinations on and off since i was a teenager, and in a particularly bad period some years ago where i would regularly be convinced i could hear strangers in my house, i developed a coping strategy of saying "no one here, ralf" out loud to my dog. i don't know where it came from, and it didn't stop them, but it gave me a way to redirect my thinking in the moment.

anyway. long story short, i just involuntarily said it for the first time in years in a moment of anxiety and was immediately hit by a new crushing reminder. guess i was right. there really is no one here.

in other words: grief is dumb and i miss my dog.

Not A Complaint

jesse mccartney's "beautiful soul" just came up on my killers pandora station and i did not think that happened 

office angels

“Nine Unheard Messages…”

“Hey, it’s me. I jus-“

“Message Skipped.”

“Hi. Did you get my last mes-“

“Message Skipped.”

“Hello? Are you doi-“

“Message Skipped.”

“Hey! Answer m-“

“All Existing Messages Deleted.”

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound reverberates inside my skull like pounding fists.

shut up. Shut Up. SHUT UP.

Wait. Wait. Oh.

The fists are real. They’re real this time.

I drag my feet to the door and look through the aperture. Just in case. Just in case.

And the knocking stops.

It’s her. It’s her.

Maybe if I just ignore her. Pretend that I’m not home.

“Peter, I can hear you. Just let me in.”

Mad.

We’re in the living room. She’s suddenly uncomfortable. I know why but I wish I didn’t.

“You know that Ed Sheeran song about angels dying because it’s too cold?”

She nods.

“Well I always thought that was strange because when I picture an angel it’s all white and bright and pretty. And that’s the color of snow. I always thought of angels as cold creatures, so the thought of one freezing to death never made sense to me.”

She brings her eyes up to mine.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“People think differently. It’s not all the same. We’re not all the same.”

If you had the choice to turn into a monster what monster would you turn into?

I have put extensive thought in this.

Vampire

A bit basic? Maybe. But I like it

Yes, god nerfed them by making them have to stay inside all day, be allergic to religious symbols and have cannibalistic tendencies, but honestly I already have at least one of those traits so it should be fine.

Considering they can shape-shift, have eternal life, and other cool powers depending on what canon you want to believe.

Seems like a sweet deal.

Of course being a vampire does mean humans might want to go for the kill or be killed mentality to your existence, or the fuck or get fucked.

Buuut, if i just kick ass and be at least a little ethical. I should be fine.

I may or may not be really into Murder Drones rn

“And Hypnos, rejoicing in the rays of his eyes, would lull the boy to rest with eyes wide open.”

- Licymnius, Fragment 771

The Maniraptoran Alphabet (Part 5)

Aaaand here's the fifth and final part of my dinosaur alphabet! Thanks for joining me, everyone - I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if you'd be interested in a physical book or poster or something of these together; I'm planning on making something like that for myself & friends and I would be happy to make a few extra to sell if there's interest.

Mary Oliver, “What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon.” Why I Wake Early