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1,2,3 for Korekiyo maybe or maybe not?

(Btw I love your art-)

i like kiyo !! i think his design is such a banger plus i really like his voice ... its soo pretty

his admiration for humanity is such a cool character trait i really liked listening to him yapp while i did his fte onmy frist v3 replay :33

i think its pretty obvious but uhmm the inc3st :,cc they absolutely ruined him free my boy from this game

Good morning!

I feel like talking to people but I can't lol.

Have the abysmal weather today.

<3

All I do in math is this shit

My lovely collection of Asgore I have drawn

I <3 Man boobs

I love slow burn but sometimes I just want to literally jump into my phone screen to fight EXTREMELY, ABSURDLY, OUTRAGEOUSLY, oblivious characters that wouldn’t get the hint even if it was thrown at their faces in the form of a rock. :)

so I don’t post WIPs, like ever, but this specific one is probs gonna take a shit ton of time for me to complete, so I wanted you to know that I’m not dead!(unfortunately), I’m just working on this beauty. The idea came to me while I was hot wiring in my university’s lab for a project, and I kid you not, I almost hotwired my finger off with enthusiasm 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

in case you are not aware of the concept, it’s called 22 types of kissing, pretty self explanatory. And no one can convince me that these babies are not aware of that (at least Wednesday, Enid learned from the best😉)

so anyway, I’m not dead and neither is my dominant hand, so I’ll be working on this till I’m finished, or run into an artistic block. Hopefully the 1st one😐😐🥲

IVE TAKEN 4 YEARS OF ACTING CLASSES AND MY CHILDHOOD DREAM WAS TO BE AN ACTOR THOUGH IT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE AN OPTION ALLOWED FOR ME. SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO AUDITION FOR ANYTHING (MAYBE PERCY JACKSON BUT ANYTHING WORKS, REALLY.) THANK YOU ALL<333

#sad wet cat

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

I👏Need👏More👏Jettwins👏Fanfic👏plz

Patrimony

From the DinLuke Server prompt of the same word.

Luke reaches the end of his tether, and Ahsoka gets yelled at, as she deserves.

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Luke feels out of his depth.

Everyone seems to know more than him.

“We didn’t used to do it like that,” Cal says, frowning.

“Oh, Kanan told me it was done this way,” Ezra says, flippant.

“That’s not how the Jedi teach,” Ahsoka says, disapproving.

“I don’t remember anything about that,” Reva says, dismissive.

“I DON’T THINK THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN APPROVED OF,” Gungi says, uncertain.

“Are you sure you want to do it that way?” Ezra asks, wincing, and Luke has had it.

He likes to think he’s left his rashness behind. He’s matured, he’s fully mastered his emotions. But even his patience can’t last forever.

He whips around to Ezra, shoulders set, face a mask of fury.

“You run this karking Order then!” he snarls. “If you’re all so much wiser than I am! Run it yourselves!”

And he storms off, blood hammering in his ears. He’s surprised he only said that, and not something so much worse, which was exactly what he wanted to. He stomps away from the little compound they’ve made, their temporary temple, and out into the streets of Sundari.

His boots pound the pavement as he tries to get as far away as possible, and Mandalorians quickly get out of his way, staring at him as he passes. He doesn’t care. All he can hear in his head is reproach, remonstration, criticism, dismissal. What do you even think you’re doing? the voices in his head demand, jeering at him. You don’t know anything!

Of course he doesn’t know anything, he thinks bitterly. He’s found himself in one of the little parks, a residential area, and he throws himself beneath a tree that still needs time to grow. No one told him anything. His masters were forging a weapon, not a Jedi. He didn’t even know what a Jedi was until he was nineteen! And they had the gall to call him the last, as if there weren’t people out there, people the same as him, who could have guided him from the start. They didn’t even attempt to remake the Order, and now they come here, judging every wrong step he takes without offering to teach him the dance in the first place.

He refuses to meditate, even though that would be the correct, Jedi thing to do. But he doesn’t want to be a Jedi just then. He doesn’t. He wants to drop everything and just run to the farthest corner of the galaxy where no one has even heard of the Force. Sithspit, even Tatooine would be better than this, right now.

What is he even trying to do, anyway? Maybe the Order would be better off dead and buried. What would the galaxy even gain, if he succeeded?

“May I sit?”

Luke hears the silver bells in the Force, their resonant chimes, and he scowls.

“What do you want?” he demands, not even looking up.

Ahsoka, wisely, chooses not to sit, because Luke would simply stand and then march off again.

“To discuss, perhaps,” she says, mild and supercilious and it grates on Luke’s nerves like metal scraping against metal, the hulls of two ships colliding. He surges to his feet, and her height doesn’t intimidate him – frankly, he’s faced taller, and meaner, and uglier.

“What’s to discuss? How I’m destroying everything? Ruining the legacy of the Jedi?!”

“Rage doesn’t—”

“Shut up, Ahsoka!” he snaps, and she does, her mouth clamping shut like he’s cast a spell on her. “You’re the worst of them all! Always needling, always criticising! You waltz in here whenever you want, proclaiming you’re not even a Jedi, and then proceed to tear everything apart because it’s not to your exacting, aloof standards!”

Luke breathes deeply through his nose, and instantly regrets everything he’s said. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m tired,” he says, fighting to keep his voice steady, “of everything I do being worthless.”

Ahsoka is quiet. “Luke,” she says, and finally there’s some emotion in her voice after it’s been so distant all the time, “it’s not. You’re… you’re trying to do everything on your own. You’re exhausted, you’re barely at home.”

She reaches out, cautious, like he’s a cornered, wounded animal that might bite, and gently her hand settles on his shoulder. Viciously he contemplates shrugging her off, but that just feels petty. He simply glances at her hand, and then at her.

“We know how much this means to you,” she says. “How much is at stake. You’ve done so much and you’ve done it by yourself.”

He scoffs at her.

She frowns. “It’s not just your legacy, Luke. You can’t carry it alone.”

“I’m not trying to!” he says through gritted teeth. “I was never trying to! I need help, not constant belittlement!”

Ahsoka sighs. “I… I think some of us are afraid,” she says. “We’re afraid it might be too distant from what we knew, even if we barely knew anything in the first place.” She removes her hand and sits, cross-legged, rubbing her arms. She looks much younger than she is, in that moment. “The world we knew is gone, and it’s been gone so long, that to see something being born out of its ashes means… letting go of it.” She looks up, tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, Luke.”

He takes a deep breath, and for a long moment he stares at the ground beside her, before making a choice. He sits as well.

“It can’t go back to how it was,” Luke says. “I’m trying. I know it’s not the same, but it can’t be the same. Am I qualified? No. But are any of us? You all left me alone to do this by myself, no help, no guidance, no knowledge. I’ve been working off puzzle pieces that don’t even fit together. You say you want to help now, but it doesn’t feel like help. It just feels like resentment.”

Ahsoka’s breath hitches and she shuts her eyes, a look of pain on her face. “I know. The thing is, you’re doing so well. You’ve given us a place to call home again, you’re finding our history, you’re finding us the future as well…” She rubs at her eyes. “We had nothing for decades. We ran and we hid and we died, and then you came along and...” She gestures at everything around them, the rebuilt dome and the cleared streets and the rebuilt houses. “You even made allies out of old enemies. You’ve done so much.”

She looks at him then, biting her lip. “Is… is this because of Anakin?”

Luke scowls at her. “Not everything is to do with Anakin kriffing Skywalker,” he says waspishly.

“No, I meant… do you feel guilt for what he did?” she asks. “Do you feel bound to it because of him? Because of his actions?”

“I…” Luke swallows, and searches inside himself. I am a Jedi, like my father before me. “No,” he admits. “It’s not guilt. It’s not repentance, because I didn’t do it. It’s more… the right thing to do. It’s because the galaxy will be better for it.” He laughs bitterly. “Not that it feels like it.”

“How so?”

“Sometimes I wonder what the point of it is,” he says gloomily, tugging at the grass beneath his fingers. “Maybe the Order should have stayed dead.”

“Have you ever… thought of leaving?” Ahsoka asks, her voice gentle.

Luke blinks.

“You could, you know,” Ahsoka continues. “You have a husband, a son. Grogu doesn’t need to be a Jedi. You could simply be Luke.”

He’d thought about it, on lonely sleepless nights, curled up in bed on Yavin 4, all alone, where the future seemed impenetrable and murky and ultimately futile. But he hadn’t. He gotten up the next day and continued, one foot in front of the other. Although… well, if Grogu hadn’t have come along, perhaps he would have. Loneliness was becoming too familiar a state of being.

Luke shakes his head. “I am a Jedi. That’s what I am. I couldn’t… I couldn’t see the suffering in the galaxy and turn a blind eye to it, just walk away from it all. Not when I can do so much more.”

Ahsoka smiles then, her eyes creasing. “There’s your answer. That’s the point.” She sighs again. “I think we’ve been neglecting that, but we’ve also been neglecting each other. We’ve all been so isolated, it hasn’t done us good.”

“Jedi are pack animals?” Luke suggests, teasing, and Ahsoka chuckles.

It’s quiet, broken by the sound of children playing a street away and the recycled breeze in the leaves above them.

“You’re a good grandmaster, Luke,” Ahsoka says. “Don’t let us tell you otherwise.”

Luke stiffens, head snapping round to stare at her. “What?”

“A good grandmaster,” she repeats.

He shakes his head. “No. No, I’m no grandmaster, I’m far too young for that…”

“Who else is there?” Ahsoka asks. “Me, the coward running away from her own truth? Cal, who ran away from everything else? Reva, who was an Inquisitor?” She sets her hand on his shoulder again, more confidently this time, and Luke welcomes its weight. “You’ve done more than we ever could. You’re the only one it could be.” She makes a face. “And perhaps being old isn’t always the best choice.”

“I’ll take that,” he says, shrugging. “I’m not calling myself that, though. Not yet, anyway.”

Ahsoka nods with a chuckle.

Together they head back to the compound, and all eyes are on them as they walk through the gate. Grogu sprints across the yard and launches himself into Luke’s arms, babbling wildly and accusatorially.

“Well, they didn’t kill each other,” Reva says.

“Are you ok?” Ezra asks, nervous.

Luke sighs. “Yes. But… It’s been feeling like you’re all against me, like you hate everything I do, and that’s been… demoralising.”

“Talking out your feelings like normal people?” Merrin heckles from her seat beneath the porch – she tends to watch, distant and slightly mocking of it all, but fundamentally supportive. “Not very Jedi.”

Cal rolls his eyes as Reva huffs darkly.

“WE DIDN’T MEAN THAT, LUKE,” Gungi says. “IF YOU HADN’T HAVE FOUND US, WE WOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE, TOGETHER AGAIN.”

“We owe you a lot,” Cal admits, folding his arms. “What you’ve done so far, it’s incredible.”

“And we didn’t get this far by doing it by the book,” Ezra says. “We had to adapt to survive.”

Luke rocks Grogu gently, looking down at him pensively. Grogu looks up, curious, and touches his little claws to Luke’s hand.

It’s for him, isn’t it? Everything that he does, ultimately, is for Grogu, and those that will come after him. The legacy isn’t something they’ve been handed from the past, it’s a debt owed to the future. And there is no future without change.

“The past can prepare us,” Luke says, tickling Grogu behind the ear, just to hear him giggle, “but we can’t chart a course back to it. And I can’t do it alone, I need all of you with me.”

“Spoken like a true grandmaster,” Ahsoka murmurs, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

The word doesn’t fit right now, but perhaps it will, in the future.

Bending, but Never Breaking - Chapter 16

Jay isn't sure of how he's supposed to be fine. He's not even sure of how he's supposed to spend his days now that he was forbidden any training. ...How is it supposed to get better?

Saying it again, CHECK THOSE TAGS. Make sure you're okay with what you're about to read!

Anyway, here's chapter 16! Enjoy this mess the Skybound chaos has caused to the ninjas!!

(beta-read by @tornoleander !! thanks again ;w;)

Ok, who used the no-no machine. I just want to talk (loads shotgun), I just want to talk :)

shouldn’t have to say this but apparently it needs to be said

If you support using AI to create art, whether it be drawing or writing or voice acting or anything in between, get off my page. block my accounts. leave.

You are not welcome here. You are not welcome in this community and we don’t want you here

Creators don’t owe you jack shit. You do not get to use their hard work because you’re too impatient to wait for new content and too fucking lazy to learn how to create things yourself

I love ocs especially Tsuki OCs they are adorable if anyone sees this please show me yours

I know this post is old, but it’s freakin’ amazing.  Even to this day people get a lot wrong about Fresh and that makes me sad B’).

Two things I wanna say tho: 1. In my personal headcanon of Fresh, he rarely kills hosts.  It definitely is a choice he has to make and not something that just ‘happens’ because he possessed them.  Though based on this thing CQ said right here:  “His whole existence derives off of manipulating others and possessing them, and the possession hurts the soul he controls, very badly, if they struggle against him.” I do believe if a host fought enough against Fresh they could damage their own soul to the point of death.  That wouldn’t be a good thing for Fresh, and especially not for the host.  But yeah, in my personal headcanon Fresh just avoids possessing a lot of people in the same location by poofing to a different place or whole other universe.  If there’s one person in a whole universe saying they got dragged around by some 90′s-lingo spewing soul-eating parasitic skater starfish, who would believe them? 

Fresh needs as many hosts as he can get, killing off some may not matter in a whole multiverse, but who knows maybe Lucidia works differently.  In my interpretation of Fresh, he would only kill a host if they threatened his survival in some way. 

2. We know that Fresh can possess Error, since CQ made a post about that a long while back, Fresh enjoyed the power of that host.  That’s another facet of Fresh(warning: this is partially headcanon) that people don’t talk about often.  Hypothetically, when Fresh feels secure, when he knows he won’t have trouble getting hosts.. he gets bored.  I’d use loveball as an example of that, it wasn’t just him trying to survive, he was purposefully aiming for more power and control.  If he just wanted to survive he would only need a single host at a time to do that.  This is reflected in him possessing Error, he comments about how that host body was much different from others he’s possessed, hinting that it’s more powerful.  Fresh didn’t have to go forr Error, he didn’t have to go after REAPER in that other comic CQ made either, but he did it anyway.  So, in my opinion.. When Fresh feels comfortable he gets bored, and when he’s bored he can take just a small bit more risk than before, aiming for a goal besides just baseline survival, he wants power.

R.I.P Bread, u were the all up sicknastiest homeslice breadslice garlic bread broster toaster I ever had.

also, “sorry alaina” AHAHAHA OHNO LOL

Holy cow that’s a lot of stuff about Fresh.

So, I see you know that Fresh exists. A lot of people have a lot of ideas about Fresh, and while some are delightful, some just don’t make any sense. I’m here to unofficially address some of the things I see about his character that I wish I didn’t, so buckle up folks, this is gonna be a long post.

PLEASE NOTE that I am NOT CQ. Never have been, never will be(?), and despite my best efforts I don’t know everything about Fresh. To be honest, there are aspects that I’ll headcanon the heck out of, especially in regards to his magic and how possession works and what have you, but I try to make sure it makes sense with what I DO know- some of it’s probably wrong. I accept that. BUT YA BETTER BELIEVE THAT I’VE DONE MY RESEARCH ON WHATEVER’S AVAILABLE.

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since it's spooky month, I've gotten into a classic Halloween story called The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Disney's version that is!

sooo hear me out on this one.

How bout we turn it into a monster romance or smthn?

Basically Ichabod has a bisexual awakening and it's the Headless Horseman out of all people.

,,,,, do you take organ donations ,,

really stupid seal game with theseus ( @linixvyx3 )

dude I was supposed to do 3 angst drawings .