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@quiet-art-kid
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
love is in the airāor mental illness probably both
They are both so fucked up in opposite ways together they make one functional human
I keep wondering why my book is taking so long to write and then I remember this is why
Start: lol what if there was like this princess who was really pretty and everyone wanted her and she would flirt with the mailman who's just a some guy and despite everyone else wanting her he just doesn't give a shit he's just trying to do his job that would be kinda funny, and she could write him cute love letters he'd have no choice but to receive
End: What is duty? What does a person need to be happy? What is true happiness? Are there different types of happiness? How much of your life do you owe to others? What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to love?
Every time someone draws Olesya Ilyukhina as muscular, not particularly sexualised, and with body hair, an angel gets its wings
I have seen a big tendency for media to be kinda fedishy towards Russian women, and this is a beautiful change of pace. There isn't anything wrong with a story having a sexy russian lady but Russian woman come in more flavors than blond slavic doll
Experienced my first dry lightning storm and it got me feeling like I had a heart attack
Dear tumblr peepās please help me settle a family dispute so I like being generous and like to give gifts and like baking so tell me
Is it weird to bake cookies and buy sweets for your entire class for holidays (not every year but most years)
weird but good
weird and bad
neutral weird
Bad weird
True neutral
Not weird good
not weird bad
Ok, so when it comes to Russian fairy tales, they technically don't have a specific date they are set in. But from the art and geopolitics, it does look like they're set in an ahistorical version of the late 1400s to early 1700s. Guns were a thing during this time period. It would not be entirely unreasonable to have Baba Yaga pull out a musket, and I feel like more people need to play with that idea.
redrawing a VERY old character
stop making shows about americans in europeā¦ try europeans in america instead. the outrage of not knowing exactly what something costs at a store,, no public transport,, everyone smiling in your face and waiters scaring you by constantly popping up at your tableā¦ ice in your water for some reason,, the kind of culture clash i want to see!!
fuck emily in paris i want franƧois in texas
ivan in west virginia
all his neighbours immediately distrust him because heās russian and they havenāt gotten over the red scare and also no one new has moved in to the town in almost a decade
but then he participates in podunknowheresvilleās annual lawnmower race with a monstrosity made from scrap metal and far too much duct tape and he wins second place in a neck-and-neck final round against sam americason, the most anti-russian man in the village
and ivan is scared that he blew his one chance to get accepted by the community but then sam jumps off his lawnmower and pats ivan on the back and says āyou did good, brother. iām sorry i misjudged you. looks like hillbillies are the same no matter what country we come from. youāre just like us, ivan. guess our redneck town has room for a little extra redā and everybody laughs and the credits roll while the ussr national anthem gets played on a banjo and washboard
Seconding Ivan in West Virginia
I will sell my kidney(s) for Ivan in West Virginia.
It's hilarious to me that Al Capone was an amazing tipper. I get why it took so long to catch him.
Me and the other caddies watching Al Capone beat a guy to death with a golf club after he gave each of us the 2022 equivalent of $1600
my great-grandfather worked at a place Al Capone went to one time and he was so polite that Capone tipped him by getting him a better-paying (not mob-related) job
crack ship of ocs I made for an art class in 9th grade
Assign an aspect of nature to prev
Waves at the beach
Rushing breeze through leaves
A crack of thunder
Flow of a river
The shine of a gem
Dancing embers of a flame
Torrential rain
Slow falling snow
An emerald sea of grass
Austere cliffside
A maze of roots
The endless oceans
I think I got my first hate comment on Ao3
This was on my furious x reader smut. I knew it would not be a fic a lot of people would like and I wrote it for me and like 2 other weirdos.
The comment is not too bad but still it was so much more effort to type out those comments then to just ignore my fic. It wasnāt like I sprung dragon smut on the reader I labeled everything clearly.
like baby do you even know where you are right now? This is ao3. This is THE monster fucking website.
Something funny about how 1/2 of my childhood isekai fantasies involved me getting Project Hail Mary-ed.
So, I daydreamed a LOT as a child. I still do. One of my favorite things to daydream about was, "What if I was in x media? What if I could talk to this character?" Sometimes I would use an oc or sona of that world, but sometimes it was fun to imagine how I--with my specific past, world knowledge, and experiences--would react to being dropped into situations with my favorite characters.
Sometimes I'd imagine I just fell through a portal with no explanation, but as a chronic overthinker, I needed some more lore in my fantasies. So I made up that scientists had discovered intergalactic and multiversal space travel. However, I was also self-aware enough to know that no sane scientist would send a seven-year-old with undiagnosed chronic anxiety on a mission that important and risky.
So I made up that there was something very minor in my genetics that made meāthe seven-year-old who almost never spoke and preferred to hide from strangersāthe ONLY person who could do this. Essentially, these powerful adults said, "Yes, we know you're a kid, and it would be very sad if you died, but we need to know about dragons/aliens RIGHT NOW, so good luck, I guess."
I also remember that in these fantasies I was given supplies like food and clothing, but very little to defend myself with (because how else am I supposed to get saved by the protagonist if I can save myself?) but lore-wise, that does mean these top scientists went, "Hmm... we're sending this small child to a cutthroat world of slavery and war, where outsiders are looked at with suspicion. Should we give her a gun? A taser? Or at the very least pepper spray?"
"Naaaaaaah. I'm sure she'll be fine."
And I did get hurt and almost die many, many times because I liked the angst. I had no way to contact home until the mission was up and no way to go back. I feel like I could have fleshed out the lore of a government choosing to sacrifice a child for knowledge if I wasn't so busy having the male protagonists fall in love with me. But to be fair, I was seven and priorities are priorities
im not wishing death on anyone but at the same time it would be really funny if it happened on the fourth of july
Queueing this in advance but just for the record: if anything does happen today that would merit a Big Government Investigation, this post is not about that
You can teleport! How does it look?
Puff of smoke
Leaving someone's sight and suddenly you are gone
Fading out of existence
PowerPoint animation
Transforming into a flock of crows
Portal
A trapdoor that isn't there when someone checks
Exploding into confetti
Popping out of existence with no fanfare
Shooting yourself out of a cannon
The Secret Option (tell me)
i don't even want to teleport
If one of the headcanons I have for the Bog Burgler tribe is true, then Camicazi's casual misandry makes a lot of sense.
I personally think that the Bog Burglers get new members through children, yes, but mostly through women who have been thoroughly fucked over by the men in their lives, whether through violence or sheer incompetence, and are just done with them enough to join an all-woman tribe.
The men Camicazi would most often hear older women talking about wouldn't be the caring fathers, or the loving husbands, or brave and noble men, because the women with good men in their lives wouldn't have a reason to join the Bog Burglers. She would hear women gossip about how their fathers, brothers, and husbands were greedy, cowardly, stupid, controlling, and all-around kind of terrible people. Of course, she would grow up thinking that all men kind of suck because those are the only kinds of men she knows.
