occasionally subtle
Love Begins
taylor price
Not today Justin
EXPECTATIONS
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
noise dept.
roma★
pixel skylines
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
oozey mess
KIROKAZE
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
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#extradirty
Monterey Bay Aquarium
shark vs the universe
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And we're back!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Whew! Getting a whole bunch of new fans was kinda intimidating but also really cool and I am back now because you will have to pry smgf from my cold dead hands. Enjoy!
do not enter my kingdoms if you are a
necromancer
crusader
adventurer
angel
archon
archangel
divine being of any kind
journalist
bone salesman
traditionalist gnome
citadel spy
unsanctioned bandit
holy knight of st aiphramael
druid of the mystic wood
monk from the monk mountains (other monks are fine)
astrologer-witch of the goddess andromeda
blue sorcerer in the tradition of myrddin
artificer enthralled by visions of the black towers of the stormlands
bird
Chapter 17 of Swordmaster Girlfailure!
Anon FINALLY gets to stab some people again!
This is actually fucking amazing you need to read this NOW. It’s about a Filipina trans woman ninja living in the ruins of the US in 2069 and the only skill she has is murder. She travels around the wasteland stabbing people, having existential crises, finding estrogen, and making friends.
Actual peak fiction. You must read it now.
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
The Broken Post…..
to put it simply, lies
Then immediately after this it cuts to “would you rather fight 100 chicken sized zombies or 10 zombie sized chickens?”
Game hen compilation and its various reincarnations
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”
___
…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.
“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”
___
…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.
“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”
They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.
“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”
“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”
___
…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”
“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”
“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”
“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”
“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.
The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”
The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.
___
A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.
They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.
___
…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.
The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”
The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”
But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.
“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.
“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”
“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.”
___
…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”
___
“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”
“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”
___
…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”
___
…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”
___
…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”
___
“I love you,” said the scorpion.
The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”
“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”
The frog swam on, the both of them silent.
___
“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”
“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”
The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”
“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.”
“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?”
“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”
“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”
“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”
___
“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”
___
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.
The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”
“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”
A scorpion, knowing how to swim, swam across a river. “What the fuck” said a frog, watching this happen.
Here’s more of “this writing idea if it was worse and stupid” by yours truly ~ —-
A frog, not knowing how to swim, asked a scorpion to help it cross the river. “I don’t know how you expect me to do that.” Replied the scorpion. “Be logical.” Said the frog. “I am.” Replied the scorpion.
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to help it cross the river. “Uh, I’m a toad, actually.” Replied the toad. “Oh.” said the scorpion. “Sorry.” It walked away, very embarrassed at its mistake.
—-
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they entered the river, the frog sank to the bottom, and they both began to thrash and drown. “I lied about being able to swim.” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“Why on earth would you do that?” The scorpion asked, bewildered.
“I wanted you to think I was cool.” The frog said, drowning.
—-
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, a heron’s beak lunged downwards at them, impaling them both and killing them instantly.
——
A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. the frog, unable to speak scorpion, did not understand or acknowledge this request.
——
A scorpion, despite its inability to swim, was attempting to cross a river. A frog swam up to the clearly drowning scorpion, and asked why it hadn’t come to the frog for help.
“I had assumed you wouldn’t want to help a scorpion.” The scorpion replied morosely.
“You’re right, I don’t.” The frog said, and pushed the scorpion farther under.
——-
A scorpion-frog felt conflicted at whether or not to cross the river, as all the frog-scorpions on the other side might bully him for being able to swim.
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog ate it.
imo sharing your art for free online for strangers to see it requires a lot of courage. A lot of mental strength. Im being serious rn i think if youve ever shared anything online and even if its not popular even if only a few people have seen it i think thats very very brave
Just watched the minecraft movie, that was the worst movie I've ever watched
10/10 would recomend
“This is a crafting table!” - LITERALLY EVERYONE
"The pig sorceress woman was kinda a baddy" - @theidiotmadeinthestars
This movie has broken us
Quality time with aunts
a snippet of something for my side order au...could be considered a primer for what its about
Marina had promised her something that no one else had given her, and it was as simple as that.
At least, Four told herself that. If…someone, not anyone in particular, ever asked her why she never came back…she had her answer.
Not that anyone ever would. For as many people she combed through, finishing the touches on their new sludgy bodies, or readjusting the additional limbs or eyes or teeth, or sanding down their reinforced spines, or spying on them through the monitors Marina set up, the Memverse could not be considered lively. It was a rarity she saw more than five people in a…day? A week?
She sat back in her seat, staring mindlessly at the monitors glaring down at her. There were no measurements of time here, she remembered. There was no rain, or snow, or day or night. No sun, no moon. The constant blinding white-hot spot in the very center of the faded peach sky might’ve been the sun, she supposed, but it never moved. The air was stale, filtered, and perpetually a perfect lukewarm. There were no clouds, and the distant haze surrounding this world’s city never lessened; the towering, pitch black spikes beyond it were always obscured, their penetrating points the only clear visual she had of them.
Marina said the utter non-movement was integral to her vision. Such changes in Inkopolis served no purpose, so she removed them in her simulacrum. And that was all that mattered—purpose. The Memverse made more sense than the “real world”, as things here only existed if they were purposeful. Inkadia was full of garbage that, if she thought about it, didn’t deserve to belong. Salmonids. Octarians. Heatwaves. The ocean. People she didn’t like. People she found annoying. People who were…her…friends.
It was all deception. It was a matter of convenience, and when she failed to meet their growing expectations they discarded her. She wasn’t able to catch up, or maybe her skills just were never as good as theirs were now, and the NSS just simply couldn’t bother with plateauing people like her. They didn’t even have the gall to tell her outright, to keep her from wasting so much of her time with them, they simply shrank into the fog of stillness, growing quieter and quieter, drawing into themselves to form a barrier she couldn’t penetrate.
The “captain”, the one she loathed the most, baited her from time to time, with training sessions and, the most dangerous things of all, the allure of her touch and her voice, with her words tinged sweet with encouragement and praise. Her hunger for such things consumed her. She wanted nothing more to be something, anything beyond a country girl; she wanted nothing more than the hero of Octo Valley to love her, to hold her, to pet her, and to tell her how she was such a good girl, and how happy she made her. The sessions grew longer, more tedious. She found herself wearing down within an hour at best, often times within minutes. What was asked of her exceeded her body. Her wretched, bulky body that didn’t seem to respond to any kind of exercise, or any amount of training; on top of her embarrassing misses or misjudged movements, she’d be drenched in sweat and terribly out of breath. Surely that was a part of why they ignored her. Who would want to be seen with such a pig? A pig who never improved, no less?
But her memories of Three’s smiles, the blush on her cheeks and the spark of excitement in her dark eyes as she stroked Four’s head, the warmth of her hands and the pleasure in her inflection as she complimented her…
Her chest tightened, to her irritation, and for a few moments she hung her head, desperately biting back tears she had believed to be now impossible. Stupid, stupid, stupid, why didn’t Marina address that? What good was crying? Why would a manager like her ever need to cry?
Something black dripped onto her suit, and she soon recognized the burning streaking down her cheeks contrasting sharply against the unchanging air. It was too late. Pointless emotion won again, and she howled in frustration before burying her face in her claws and hiccuping between unmistakable sobs.
She would meet them again eventually, no matter how long she’d have to wait, and she swore to herself they’d learn why they shouldn't have abandoned her.
Hold up, their prose is this elegant?
FOUR MY DISGUSTING FREAK THAT I HATE
I would both kill and die for Agent 4 my beloved goober
made two transparent emotes for kril and jackie!
feel free to use with credit!
OP I would both kill and die for you for gracing the world with these emotes
*info dumps* *listens*
Hoshi: These bitches gay as FUCK! Good for them, good for them
SPIN THIS WHEEL CONTAINING 100 SPLATOON CHARACTERS
what type of character did you get?
main character
main idol
main antag
supporting character
splatband character
shopkeeper
deepsea metro resident
coroika character
judd/lil judd
I got Annie! I sell hats now!
If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.
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