*There is an anon in front of a tree.
*They offer you an egg
*Do you take it?
YES NO
GIMME THAT-
Imma make a good scrambled egg out of this...
Unless it's a dragon egg of course, duh.
Uh, thanks anon, nice tree, I'll share my scrambles with you!! :D

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*There is an anon in front of a tree.
*They offer you an egg
*Do you take it?
YES NO
GIMME THAT-
Imma make a good scrambled egg out of this...
Unless it's a dragon egg of course, duh.
Uh, thanks anon, nice tree, I'll share my scrambles with you!! :D
Been updatin’ some of my gijinkas. I uh felt like sharing
might be into hell itself/. i think i'm cooked, please tell me this is normal. i'm new here.
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Moonster Monster - Snippet
Rating: General audience Description: Remus's Lions and university worlds start to bleed into each other with a little prank welcoming him into the league as a player. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, @hazelnoot-analyst for their general awesomeness.
"What the heck?" Remus pulled the hard, thin object out of his suit bag. Flipping it around, he saw the bright primary colours of Dr. Seuss, and the classic Dr. Seuss font. "Give us a read", shouted Nado, seconded quickly by Walker. "Marvin K. Mooney, will you please go now!, by Dr. Seuss", started Remus, before adding, "feeling really welcome right now, guys."
Moody and Arthur walked in, saw the players circled around Remus, and grinned.
Moody barked out, "That was an instruction! All of you, GO NOW. There's a traffic jam en route, and we are already running ten minutes late. Story time can wait until we're on the bus."
Once on the bus, however, Talkie started pulling books out of his bag and stacking them on the seat next to Remus.
"It appears you've been holding out on us a lot more than we knew, Loops. Or should I say, Moony? Quite a few former Badgers have started sending me these - he plonks down a pile of books and starts reading off titles - Goodnight Moon, Moony Luna, The Magical Drawings of Moony B. Finch, more than 10 different books titled Moon Monster, and, AND you haven't even noticed that I've been scattering them around the rink for the two weeks!" "Geez! That was what was going on? I thought we were having another book drive!"
"And the donation bin is your stall? So. Are you Moony, or are you Loops?"
"Loops." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Moony doesn't fit me anymore. I like Loops, it feels good."
"K, Loops." Kasey pipes in from the seat behind, "Kay Loops. We still want story time though." Remus sighs, and grabs the first book off the pile. "Goodnight Moon, written by Margaret Wise Brown, and illustrated by Clement Hurd." "In the great green room, there was..."
i think nothing would stop an older tails from building himself workshops in the sky -- im imagining those tall ass s/heikah towers from b/otw lol - whenever he feels like going goblin mode tinkering on more.. out-of-the box projects faaaaar away from nosy friends and older brothers concerned for his wellbeing
(not that it actually prevents sonic from reaching the top of his tower. it's just annoying. and there's no signal up there so tails literally cant come to the phone rn)
love older tails building more workshops slash rest houses around the world in case sonic needs a place to crash between adventures / a helping hand. like mystic ruins in the forest!
or tails leaning more towards biomimetic design, inspired by the creatures they save, habitats he helps restore. like ships inspired by wisp bodies for example! but i also adore the IDW canon like
imagine you're a bird minding your business in the sky when suddenly. a house shaped like someone's huge ass HEAD is blocking your yard
I love how everybody is game about teaching a Chupacabra chess...
I’m 650 words into a smut fic. Whoops.
The one missing the prosthetic (which is being fixed by yellow eyed) blew up a toaster trying to cook instant noodles and blamed it on the ginger one