#...oh no

[meetmeinlaughtale]

i love how nonchalant luffy is about saving people outside his own circle of friends

[ghirahimbo]

did not expect to be getting Ghirahim vibes from Master Kohga in this game. huh.

[mcrredacted]

ok but the biggest hashtag clit moment is this one for me https://youtu.be/z54s9KmauRo babygirl this is in front of your own mother have you no shame

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[lexosaurus]

realized today that because i’ve used the song ‘megalovania’ from undertale to help learn to play 2 different instruments now, and therefore my brain can recognize and replicate the first few notes/intervals of the melody without having to think about it, that makes megalovania one of the best root songs to base my relative pitch training off of and honestly i’m not surprised

[shunukitrash]

...you know I was joking about this job being a cult but deadass...

[softpadawan]

WIP ask: A Real Fairy Tale & Starbucky?

I hope you like fantasy 'cause that's all these are ✨

A Real Fairy Tale

Synopsis: A literal fairy tale. Think Fern Gully meets Rebels. No plot to get in the way of the beautiful half-naked fairy men.

The spring equinox was always a happy occasion for the fairies of Lothal, but Ephraim and Mira were especially looking forward to it. They had an egg that would be hatching soon, hopefully on the night of the full moons. The egg was tiny, about the size of a bean, and they had been watching it diligently over the winter months, keeping it warm, singing to it, talking to it, and dreaming of what their baby would look like.

At last, on the morning of the equinox, a little hand poked through the soft leathery shell and a baby boy emerged, his transparent wings still wet and plastered to his back. He had indigo hair like his parents and eyes of the darkest blue. He looked up at his mother and father, blinked, and let out a chirp.

They named him Ezra, and they loved him more dearly than their own lives.

[Tragedy strikes and Ezra loses his parents (and most of his community) when he's just seven springs old. He grows up on his own in the forest and it's dangerous. Competing for food is a problem. He's no match for the larger males, who fight him off and chase him away from the flowers, nipping at his wings.]

Ezra stays out so late that the night catches him by surprise, but by then the flowers have closed up or have been drunk dry by other greedy fairies. He’s so hungry but too weak to open them. He tries though, then finally slumps down onto a leaf, folds his arms around his legs, and cries into his lap. The spiders are out. Big beetles, scary things. Bats. Frogs. He’ll never make it back to his tree.

“Hey. Kid.”

Ezra sniffs and raises his head. Above him in the bush is another butterfly. A big male. Ezra shrinks away. “Please don’t hurt me! I just—I wanted some nectar.” The leaf he’s sitting on suddenly dips. The big male has touched down on it. His antennae look hairy, as hairy as the rest of his body. Suddenly his wings burst open. They’re gigantic! Pale green, with huge dots that look like eyes—

—and the frog that had been sneaking up on Ezra recoils and flees from the “predator”. Ezra nearly faints with fright and relief. This wild, dangerous male, this moth fairy, had just saved his life.

Ezra shivers as the male squats down and shields him with his open wings. He opens the bud and tears off a pistil and feeds Ezra with it. Ezra sucks on the pistil like a lollipop. The sugar gives him strength. 

“I’m Kanan,” the moth fairy says.

“Ezra.”

“Where’s your family, Ezra?”

“I don’t have one.”

“What about a home?”

“I’m staying over at the Pines.”

“The Pines, huh? Not much of a home, I hear.”

“It’s better than nothing.”

Kanan looks at him as if deciding something. He holds out his hand. “Come with me. I know a place where you’ll be better off.”

Starbucky

Synopsis: This is actually an old WIP that's up on AO3, a Stucky mermaid AU titled Between Salt and Sand. Bucky is a nameless HYDRA soldier, a Delfin, who gets captured (and adopted) by Steve Rogers's crew. At this point I don't think this story will ever be finished, but I wrote scores of notes for it and did some major world building. This doc is actually the outline I have for the rest of the unwritten fic. Here are couple chunks:

While Bucky is recovering from his wounds, he and Steve spend a lot of time together, discussing culture. They trade foods (Bucky gets hiccups when he tries bread), talk about art and language and religion, customs, history, music… anatomy. Steve makes drawings dictated from Bucky’s descriptions, and hopes to have a book to present to Admiral Fury when they return home. Bucky stays close to the ship during the day and comes aboard at night. (Lang built a wooden tub out of some barrels for him to sleep in.) He takes care of himself, though Steve tries to do as much as he can for him. Bucky hunts his own food—fish, clams, oysters, roe, shellfish, certain sea plants, etc. (“Our stomachs are weak. Cooking things helps us digest food better.” “You ruin your food with fire. Why are you people obsessed with fire?”) Bucky doesn’t care too much for land meat.

Snapshot: Bucky sitting at the bulwark opening, with a sack of oysters he gathered. Prying them open with his knife and eating them, gazing off into the sunset/sunrise. Steve happens upon him and stops, stares at the scene. It’s this moment when he realizes that he doesn’t want to go a day without his beloved Bucky. He waits a while, then makes himself known. Bucky smiles and Steve sits down beside him. They talk. Bucky eats his oysters but suddenly grimaces and spits out something he bit down on. It’s a pearl. Steve explains to him its value. “Oh. Well… I give it to you, then,” says Bucky, smiling. Steve has the pearl strung on a leather cord and wears it around his neck forever after.

No plot whatsoever, just vibes holding hands 🤝

[shadeswift99]

So we know your Helself's name, yes? (i somehow managed to run into Sun's blog by accident. how did we get here) But here's a question. If you had one, what would your *cam* account's name be? this ask was brought to you by Finchs_Flight, Finchs_Fall, and Finchs_Sight

Now we're asking the REAL questions! I think my cam account would be ShadeDrift99. They'd be an even more ghostly and incorporeal being than Shade, just a sort of conscious void mist in a cloak with two dots for eyes, one blue and one red (like the recording light on a camera!)