“French is such a beautiful, romantic language.”
“Cat, I farted.”

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@tangerine-catnip
“French is such a beautiful, romantic language.”
“Cat, I farted.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Choice
Chapter 5: Pride
I had this one done on Monday, had it saved as a draft, and then AO3 got DDOSed right before I had to get on a plane. Well, I'm finally home. I was able to get this proofread, formatted, and posted last night before I crawled into bed after 9 hours on various planes.
Wisdom isn't the most stable of spirits. Imshael's Deal might have dragged them away from Pride but this world and their position? Their title? The weight of the Inquisition and having to Do Stuff? That's not Wisdom's bag. Wisdom like to watch, what's this doing shit.
All it takes is one Choice.
Sometimes the Wisest course of action is to Fall.
my design for Glamrock Spring Bonnie ✨ finished it just in time for Ruin heck yes
Faz Engineer: “Sir, we may have accidentally revived William Afton…”
Faz CEO: “Wh- AGAIN?! HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN TWICE?!”
Ooh I was wondering what the color on the arms would be! Green was a bold choice but it works really well! I love how the light on his back is strength up busted. The hugs got a little to aggressive. Also again, the detail about the tail and ears being cloth and fuzzy makes my heart melt. Bravo.
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inkbush
I can't- and won't- feel bad for the rich fucks who got themselves stuck underwater.
Say "screw the rules, I have money" and see what you get.
Could have spent that money on underwater research, but fall to vanity and you get what you deserve.
I still say the whole garage-caliber submersible thing makes an excellent horror story. You’re descending and then little things start going wrong. The internet goes out. The electronics fail. The xbox controller is useless. There’s no idea where you are.
And then you hear something outside.
Even better if you make it a Cthulhu Mythos story, gives you someone to root for. One of the people on the sub is secretly a Deep One hybrid just trying to get home and the sub starts breaking down. Now he’s got to keep this thing running AND keep these stupid humans from ruining everything with their hubris in order to survive long enough for his Change to finish and the others to find them. Has a potential for a happy ending as the sub is found on the ocean floor and opened, the lone survivor swimming free with the feel of water in his gills for the first time.
yaaayyyy spatfest
had a crewmate named miku in salmon run yesterday and this wouldnt leave my head
Intermission.
Just wanna draw the glowy rings around Callie’s pants.
Shoutout to splatoon user “i hate men”
8!! He's got a little bit of the forbidden soup in him but she gets better, I swear :)
“Last week, Japanese scientists explaced… placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness to blow Nessie out of the water. Sir Cort Godfrey of the Nessie Alliance summoned the help of Scotland’s local wizards to cast a protective spell over the lake and its local residents and all those who seek for the peaceful existence of our underwater ally.”
Napoleon Dynamite and the splatoons
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squife
On goose and springtime
As much as I despise the Canadian winter for making my depressive episodes worse. There’s something about having a spring where the piles of snow recede and the plants tucked snuggly under their insulating blanket start to stir.
Some time between late March and early April it will happen. Spring here is a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ affair. No one knows exactly when but we know it’s coming. The anticipation is thick, in every weather report and in the strange and occult rituals we perform on supposedly immortal groundhogs.
But by far my favourite part of spring is the assurance that the goose are on their way. They tear their way up the continental United States, heading north to their seasonal breeding grounds. Eggs become chicks, hatchlings, goslings, and by first snow, the Canadian geese have bolstered their numbers and turn their black, heartless eyes south, ready to lay siege to every golf course and every other water-wasting stretch of maintained grass from here to Mexico.
Geese were once on the brink of extinction, but when they ditched their native swampland in favour of city parks and the aforementioned golf corses, they found that people were less likely to shoot at them and that the transplanted English grass viewed as a status symbol in the very same country that fought for independence made a delicious treat.
But goose know no borders. They only know how to find home. I know I’ll see them soon. I miss you, friends. I wish I could be more like you.