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[wizardarchetypes]

went to my best friend’s house last night and saw a little plushie dog and plushie cat that had been sewn together down the middle into a two-headed chimera. I said, “did you do that?” she said, “yes, I saved them.”

turns out at her old job when the last two plushies hadn’t sold and became deadstock, her boss told her to cut them up and throw them out. so she cut them each in half, preserved their heads, and then rebuilt them together.

cannot stop thinking about the way these little plushies were approached with the instinct of a Vampire or some sort of ancient god. “Let me save you [turn you into a monster].”

[moth-wizard]

Spin this dang wheel of every 5e subclass. You are hit by a truck and end up on the Sword Coast as that class, at the level you select that subclass.

How well do you do?

Beyond fucked. I'm trapped in Avernus within the week

With a little luck i might be ok. if i keep my head down. maybe

Yeah I'd probably be fine

Doing good! Great even!

I'm cleaning up as an adventurer, this rules!

I will die soon but by god I will have a blast until then

Voting ended onFeb 4, 2025

[iosonomer-blog]

[baddywronglegs]

I've asked this question before and been surprised by the results, now I have access to more weirdos it's your problem:

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

Which of these would surprise you more to find on the doorstep?

Fairy

Walrus

Voting ended onFeb 26, 2024

[baddywronglegs]

Not naming options to skew votes but...

I think there's something fundamentally baffling with the way most of you think.

[thedoctorknits]

[vaspider]

Look.

You didn't define fairy.

I'm a middle-aged queer. Fairies show up at my door multiple times a week.

[atreefullofstars]

Also, like, not to put a fine a point on it, but if the walrus was KNOCKING, I'm pretty sure that's still a fairy.

[cosmic-pr1nce]

someones probably already done this but

put in the tags the first thing that comes up when you type:

a

b

c

d

i'll go first

[jambalaika-deactivated20240810]

Who is it?💕

[metropoliseaten]

[Image Description: All-caps black text on a white background reading, “You have to marry whatever is on your phone/computer background. Who is it?” End ID.]

[amygdalae]

Is that a boner in your pocket or are you just. banana to see me.

MUDCRABS

[zzoupz]

i lowkey ship tumblr ♠ twitter now

[zzoupz]

the twitter users are coming QUICK post twitblr yaoi

[meowthefluffy]

I have never made art faster in my life

it’s because they’re divorced

[vincepti0n]

Man this goes hard feel free to screenshot 💔😰💔💔😰

[sator-the-wanderer]

The mods are asleep, post Tumblr x Twitter art

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Okay okay but this is fascinating because it’s such a visceral example of how mythology works.

Most characters in mythologies are personifications of concepts, or embody some natural phenomenon - like the story of Hades and Persephone is there to explain why the seasons change, Persephone being spring, Demeter - summer, and the absence of them both resulting in death (Hade’s domain) and winter, and so we can’t have Persephone stay in underworld all year round or have Demeter steal her back to earth permanently, otherwise they myth would lose its core function.

Interpreting the myth without the lense of the natural phenomena that it explains would make it lose an integral part of itself, and therefore make the plot and characters seem strange or unnatural. Why does Demeter hate Hades so much, seeing how so many mothers are okay with Zeus doing atrocious things to their offspring just because he’s Zeus? Does Persephone actually want to stay or not? What’s with the bizarre arrangement?

Most modern interpretations strip myths of their natural contexts, making them character-driven instead of phenomena-driven, which just makes them land differently - they can still be fine stories, just not myths, not is the traditional sense.

And now we get to this beauty. This is absolutely a myth, the most classical kind. The relationship between characters, who are personifications of objects, phenomena or concepts (in this case, online platforms) used as an intuitively understood metaphor for an event (the demise of Twitter and the Tumblr userbase being unwilling to accept Twitter’s userbase).

It’s a story that can work as a so-called “explanation myths”. We have seasons because Persephone spends half a yesterday underworld and half a year with her mother. We don’t like Twitter because the Twitter God and Tumblr God broke up. Ladies and gents and other assorted respectables, we here are witnessing the creation of a perfect modern myth.

[zzoupz]

[magiccarpetman]

Okay but which of them took the shoelaces in the divorce?

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

I thought about it way more than a non-feverish me would, and I’ve come to the conclusion:

The modern myth that is The Divorce of Tumblr and Twitter carries the themes of regression, corruption and downfall. Some of Twitter userbase used to be part of Tumblr userbase, but they left and changed (corruption). Now that Twitter is becoming uninhabitable (downfall), people are trying to return to Tumblr (regression, possible downfall of Tumblr), and to keep them off Tumblr is returning to its old cringe self (regression).

So, if we are to follow the themes, the logical conclusion would be to send the shoelaces back to the president.

[zzoupz]

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

This is the fastest I’ve ever written I think

There once lived a young man, handsome as daylight, bright and strong. He was known as Twitter, beloved by the people, a favorite of the gods. His chosen companion, Tumblr, was not dear to the people or the gods. He, a traveling storyteller, preferred solitude. His tales were strange and often unpleasant to the ears, but enchanting in their vulgarity. 

One day, Tumblr’s patron goddess, Yahoo, enraged by his vulgar words, put a curse on him. He was not to utter vulgarities, speak of the pleasures of the flesh. His stories of lycanthrope companions were lost to the sands of time, and with them, his last listeners turned away from him. 

Twitter watched others laugh at his beloved, turn him away from their doors, and a dark thought settled over him. He was perfect in every way, his only fault was the affiliation with the cursed taleweaver. And so, little by little, they drifted apart. 

In his travels, Tumblr stumbled into the temple of Apollo, who bestowed upon him the gift of prophecy. He made acquaintance with the trifecta of wise temple maidens who induced visions through hallucinogenic incense. His stories changed, still bizarre and often vulgar, but at times full of wonder and truth. 

At that time, Twitter enjoyed all the luxuries of the mortal world. He was the companion of kings, wealthy merchants, legendary heroes, wise philosophers. 

One day, a man richer than rich, richer than the God of wealth, went to the senate of directors and asked to buy the most precious thing in the entire polis. 

The senate thought long and hard, and said: “do you wish for our finest singer, the most sweet-voiced of the land, Spotifia? I am afraid I cannot part with her. ”

“No, ” said the rich man, his voice cold and harsh, “I said I have come to buy your most precious thing.”

“Have you come for our gambler, the chosen of the god of luck, MAXimil? They earn us more riches than you can offer. I shall not part with them. ”

“No,” the rich man repeated, “I have come to buy your most precious thing. I have come for Twitter.”

The senators laughed, then, for they knew this must be a joke. Twitter was too beloved by the gods to be owned as a servant. But the rich man did not smile. He offered money, then more and more still. As the goddess of hubris clouded his mind, he offered more money than he could afford to spend, more than the senate could afford to refuse, for it was enough gold to form armies five times the size of their polis. 

And so Twitter, the proud Twitter, the untouchable Twitter who laughed at kings and scholars alike, became a servant. 

As he was put onto a gilded ship to be sailed off to the rich man’s land, he prayed to the gods that granted him beauty and strength and a sharp tongue, but none answered. His cruelty and vanity made them turn away, and he was too full of his power to notice. 

Finally, the young man remembered one more name. He called for Tumblr, his forgotten companion. 

First time he called, the birds took off and flew in all directions. Second time he called, the animals fled in fear. Gathering all the strength he had, he called a third time.

His call shook the earth and the skies, and in an instant, Apollo’s taleweaver stood on the shore. 

Twitter cried in relief. “My love!” he called, “save me! Save me, and I shall be yours for the eternity to come. I shall bask you in glory and riches. I shall make the people love you.”

Tumblr looked at the rich old man, at the gilded ship, gilded chains, at the other slaves that were meant to please the rich man during his trip, dressed in the finest clothes fit for kings and immortals. 

“You’ll like your new life, dear. ” said Tumblr. “You are idle: he shan’t make you do much. You are prideful: he shall treat you like a god. You are vain, and so you might fear you might be forgotten, one servant among many. Fear not,” he smiled. “I shall sing a song of us.”

[meowthefluffy]

I AM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT BEAST I WOULD CREATE WITH THE DIVORCE THING OH MY GOSH

[bugtoast]

Okay but adding onto this because I think its interesting: myths like these tend to also come with morals or lessons to take away. (The story of Icarus for example, or the story of Oedipus)

I think there’s multiple morals that one can take from what Writing-is-a-martial-art made! so, here’s a list of some of the morals someone could take away from this:

Love (or trust) is earned, not given

This one because, when Twitter was on the boat, calling out for Tumblr, he was so used to love being given to him on a silver tray that he even expected it from the person he wronged (debatably) most of all.

The rich and beautiful are no better than the poor and destitute

Speaks for itself, really. Twitter believed he was superior to Tumblr because of his beauty and his connections with the rich and famous, but, when Tumblr could’ve saved Twitter, Twitter’s riches meant nothing. Tumblr, for the most part, was happier without such things. What Tumblr did subsequently proved was that Twitter was not a god, not a blessing, but just a man.

Being yourself will attract people who like you

On the other side of the coin, you could take something away from Tumblr’s side of the story. Yes, they were cursed and ridiculed, but that did not stop them from continuing to be themself. they continued to sing their songs, to tell their stories, to speak of earthly pleasures and feelings despite their situation. Unlike their past-lover, they were poor and hated, but that didn’t matter to them. It wouldn’t matter to Tumblr if they were living in the depths of Hades, or on mount Olympus, because they were happy. This, in turn, lead them to the temple of Apollo, where they befriended the trifecta of temple maidens. The point is, is that Apollo and the maidens didn’t like Tumblr for their riches– they had none. they liked tumblr for who they were, for their passion and creativity.

you can probably tell that the last one probably has the most evidence for it.

anyways i’m now gonna go think up some more stories about social media platforms because this is fun

(like?? what if steam had a story? what if there was a story based off of all those tumblr scams? the possibilities are endless!)

[zzoupz]

[ranan-culus]

As the birds stopped their singing, so has Twitter stopped his tweeting. Bound by chains of gold, he watches in horror how his own power gets abused.

The Rätking changes all that made him loved, eventually his blue wings withering to a brown-yellowish tone.

His lover, Tumblr, had also left him to sink deep in his own regret. A tear rolls down his cheek as he remembers a different time, where he would listen attentively to their odd stories. Where he’d share them to his people.

Tumblr, oh Tumblr, how has time changed us, the fool sobbed.

Until he heard a familiar voice.

A crowd of outlanders entered the city, surrounding a hooded figure. Odd stories they’d tell their cult, inventing classics that cannot be described by their own words. The chained god whimpered in shame, realizing that even his former beloved could make themself comfortable in his previously prospering domain.

And so, he watched.

Time passed and the cult grew, leaking through the crevices of the city. He dares not to talk to Tumblr though, knowing that he would not get what he’d desire.

Until the Rät-king spoke up once more.

‘none of you, my subjects, shall pray to other gods on my ground!’, his voice croaked through the empty streets.

The people were outraged, wondering what blasphemy had befallen them.

But they obeyed.

Tumblr worried, but let none of their fear quill over to their cult. For they are stronger together than apart.

Twitter, using his last ounce of autonomy, whisphered to the Rät-king: “let Tumblr roam these streets, as they are no danger to your influence… my king.”

The Rät-king laughed, but granted him his wish. After all, that jester helps entertain the maniacs in the city.

Despite how silent the birds once powerful voice was, how only the king was supposed to hear, the wind carried those words over to Tumblr.

A scoff escaped their mouth, but a smile sneaked a way onto their face.

“And when the bird fell from the sky, he shone the brightest he ever had”, they turned to their loyal followers.

[ishipgenfics]

Eventually, the Rät-king abandoned Twitter. All his listeners, his followers, those who had added to his stories, who had come to him for news, all but a few of them had left him, horrified by what he had become.

He is horrified by it too. Deep in the woods, he waits for the last to leave him, for the last of his lingering power to be taken, to finally fade away.

He sees the faint glimmer of dancing crabs in the air, and sighs. It is not a sigh of bitterness, or anger. Perhaps it is of regret. “Hello, my love,” Twitter whispers. His voice is hoarse. The Rät-king had made the people pay to hear him speak, and as more and more had left he had been forbidden to tell his tales for longer and longer. “Have you come to see me in my disgrace? To gloat as I lose all that made me loved?” Despite his words, there was nothing but fondness in his tone.

Tumblr sighed. His wings were a flashing rainbow, ever since his blessing from Apollo, but as Twitter watched they settled on a blue, very close to the color his own had once been. “Do you ask for my help?” Tumblr said. “Do you ask for my aid, to save you from your own vanity and pride? Do you ask me to build you up again, to plead favors from the gods for you, to make you as powerful as you once were.”

Twitter tried to lift himself up, but fell back onto the ground, unable to move. So weak. “No, my dear. I would never ask that of you, not again. I am… simply glad you have come to see me one last time, even if it is only to gloat over my misfortune.”

Tumblr hesitated for a moment, and helped Twitter up onto his feet. “Then I will save you. If you do not ask it of me.”

“What do you want in return?” Twitter said, for if there was one thing he had learned under the Rät-king it was that all things have their price. “I will give you anything you ask for.”

Tumblr scoffed. “You never did learn, did you, dear Twitter? I never cared for riches, for news. I care only for stories.” Tumblr extended a hand. Around each finger there were diamond rings, fake ones, with checkmarks scratched into them. “Sing me a tale of the Rätking, and I shall tell tales horrible enough that none of your enemies will dare to approach. I shall keep you safe.”

Twitter took his lovers hand, and his wings, torn and dirt stained and yellow, began to flutter for the first time in many weeks. “Then sing me a tale of Goncharov, and I shall stay by your side till the end of the world.”

“So it shall be,” Tumblr replied.

“So it shall be.” There was an awkward pause.

“I like your shoelaces?” Twitter said.

Tumblr smiled. “Thanks. I stole them from the president.”

[zzoupz]

@writing-is-a-martial-art

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

The Twitter bird and the Teller of tales

Come to me, come to me, ye Twitter bird,

And sing me a song that you know.

Come to me, come to me, ye Teller of tales,

And tell me of times long ago,

Long ago,

Tell me of times long ago.

.

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[ernestofoulworth]

this is not a real thing i just made it up right now at 11:44 pm on a monday night in april

quiz i made at midnight

[dicepanda]

[parakeet]

now for the ultimate test. go to this website. set it to randomly generate ONE pokemon. all generations. all types. whatever it generates? thats you as a pokemon forever. what you get is what you get. NO RE ROLLING. now. who are you? i got goomy :^)

[dicepanda]

6: SPIDER in my Claraween Challenge. Her name is Angela, as named by @jezgramusic

I was really worried my colour choice would fail me. Two for the flats, and one for highlights on the sweater, plus a red pen, I think it was alright in the end. Other than those lips, whoops 👄

[dicepanda]

5. VAMPIRE in my Claraween Challenge. Her name is Vamp, and no she doesn’t take criticism. 

I normally struggle with any kind of curly hair, but I like this light one. So mood. Now I want a drink... but maybe not Vin du Coeur.

[dicepanda]

Number 4: REAPER in my Claraween Challenge. His/their name is Ramone, for no reason.

Did two colour versions, and stuffed up both, but fixed a bit in post. Don't layer your paper on top of each other!

[dicepanda]

My thigh and calf tattoos!

Shout out to Sam of SparkyStudiosTattoos for stabbing me multiple times in the leg. Thank you!

[dicepanda]

A reaction picture I drew, with very heavy pose and style inspiration from EmiMG. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery... right? My tattoo isn’t coloured, and I’ve gotten more flowers since drawing, whoops.

If you want to check out more EmiMG (which you should), she’s the creator of  Zomcom and Axed on Webtoon.

[dicepanda]

Number 3: FRANKENSTEIN for my Claraween challenge. His name is Boris, for reasons. I like this guy, I’d hang with him, maybe discuss poetry or something.

Reference I used was a photo of Karloff drinking tea on set. Which is so cute, and you should look that up. Working within the brown/grey palette was very fun!

[dicepanda]

Number 2: MERMAID for my Claraween challenge. Her name, as inspired by my friend Kris, is Tina Tuna. 

Got to go buy a red marker for hair. I drew it too small, ink wouldn’t stay in the lines. Happy with the scheme over all, especially the tail!