melty

i want to get the people who hate self insert shipping and people who hate women characters for “getting in the way“ of their yaoi ships and watch them fight in a roman colusseum

"A Tiger in Disguise? Oh Please"

blackberry retrieval technician

i’m sorry to “””progressive””” companies but separating ur shop categories into “she/they” for women’s clothes and “he/they” for men’s is still gender. like. you’re still doing gendered clothes. you are still doing it. sorry. that’s still gendering clothing

Soooo I just found out I owe $176 in taxes (hooray for the American healthcare system!) and I do not *have* $176 (I don't even have $1.76). Sooo.

Yeah! These are DEFINITELY open.

(°o°)

✦ #vocaloid ✦ ＃初音ミク ✦

With alt text.
The entire fucking point, supposedly, was the app spying on US citizens and they make it even MORE invasive. Get the fuck off TikTok.

WOOLHAVEN IS OUT!!

So excited to finally share it with the world, a LOT of work went into making it feel new and meaningful while also fitting into the existing game. We wanted to make the best expansion possible, and I couldnt be happier with how it turned out!

Hope you love it!

He still vividly recalled the day they met, when he went by the name Carus, an IPC employee who had been swiftly climbing the ranks of promotion under Jade's tutelage. He had read a dossier on him beforehand to learn who his business partner was: a survivor of the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, sold as a slave and brought into the IPC after he killed his owner, the previous Aventurine. He vividly recalled that they would be assigned to a mission together, as the last test to earn a position as one of the Ten Stonehearts. It was a fairly simple test, one that would benefit the IPC as a whole and the Intelligensia Guild specifically: a company that had been particularly tight-lipped on particularly valuable knowledge that could benefit in the field of medicine, and Carus had been tasked with negotiating an investment that would bring them into the IPC's fold and allow for the distribution of that knowledge. Ratio had been assigned to join him, as his own pursuit of knowledge would be great leverage. He vividly recalled their first meeting, when that cold iron revolver was shoved into his hand, loaded with a single bullet. He vividly recalled Carus pulling the barrel towards himself, pressing it against his heart and forcing Ratio to squeeze the trigger once, twice, thrice. Three empty clicks, and that unwavering smirk. "Life is a big gamble...and I'm always the final victor."

He stared at the white-haired boy, frozen in place, save a hand clutching his chest against the lingering pain--and the uncontrollable shaking of the cold and shock that wracked his tiny frame. It wasn't as cold as the sea, but there was an uncomfortable chill settling into his bones and freezing him from the inside out. After a few moments, the other boy offered a hand to him. "Hey, it's okay," he said, tone gentle, as though speaking to a frightened animal. "You're okay, you're safe here." ...safe...? He didn't know what it meant to be "safe". His entire life was spent fighting death itself, after all. Even the brief reprieves of death were treacherous, as he could still be lured ever deeper and be unable to return if his will to live faltered. He didn't know what safety felt like, and all of this felt like a trap to him. He stared at the boy for several seconds, then at his hand, then back at his face.

Sunday sets down the brush on the vanity, takes a moment to admire his work. "There, as soft as silk and as radiant as spun gold. You look as dazzling as the stars themselves. What do you think?" In his reflection, he only sees a doll. An unmoving doll, with two-toned glass eyes, with shoulder-length golden hair, with a flowing gown in white and blue and gold that Sunday had dressed him in, leaving his ball-jointed arms exposed to trace gloved fingertips along when he grows restless. How long has he been trapped? His body in the waking world has long perished, the shock of the Emanator's final attack too much for him to endure. He exists as little more than a phantom, trapped within the gilded cage of Penacony, doomed to eternity as Sunday's plaything. He can no longer move of his own volition. He can no longer speak. A beautiful doll that Sunday can play with as much as he likes, and he cannot fight back. ...and yet, there is no cruelty to be found in this existence.

His steps echoed all too loudly in the empty streets. He couldn't move faster than a slow walk, trudging forward, taking in the sights of the massacre. They were killed swiftly, with no chance to retaliate, yet their deaths were far from painless, as their frozen expressions revealed. Their last moments were filled with unbearable agony. A pair of Cloud Knights lay in a heap of melted armor and flesh, their glaives malformed and twisted nearly beyond recognition, only identifiable by a scrap of pale blue cloth from their uniforms. The way they crumpled, the way the melted slag of their glaives lay, hinted that they were running towards the docks...though whether to flee, or to give chase, he couldn't tell. The barely-identifiable body of a Malefic Ape, charred black as night, crumbled and scattered into the winds at the slightest touch. The same fate befell a pair of Golden Hounds, whose remains fell apart just by the brush of his coat. A single Disciple, an alchemist, remained even marginally intact, yet he dared not approach--as sparks of golden lightning still arced across their body. Golden leaves, shimmering and sparkling, lay strewn about the pier, as though beckoning him to follow the path before him. A single boat had been left behind, tethered with frayed rope, an invitation to come to Scalegorge Waterscape. He accepted the invitation.

OPENING WRITING #COMMISSIONS FOR EXTRA CASH!!

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fishy

god i love this series it’s so good

i asked on reddit if anybody knew what was going on at a specific place and ppl are just being total assholes about it
like yes i know it’s reddit. it’s still very strange to me that simply asking if anyone has information apparently makes people choose violence

inshallah they will be banned

i am laughing. on ironmouse's birthday stream ppl were making jokes about the microphone and i said 'by allah you people are dogs' and i got permanently banned for it.

I stopped using sticker mule absolute ages ago because of the owner’s bullshit. The owner is still on his bullshit, so if you use sticker mule, maybe don’t. StickerAPP is a good alternative, and also there’s most likely a local sticker printer near you (Sticker Ninja in Portland, for example).

where are the children. are they in the room with us

your ass will explode in seven days

make them do the work ppl gotta start learning to do that fr 😭😭

M@GICAL☆CURE! LOVE ♥ SHOT!

#ドット絵 #初音ミク

when this comes on the playlist i start speeding

Hey #PortfolioDay, I’m Sgam, an environment pixel artist.

It's been a while, so here are my merch pieces for @laceygameszine.bsky.social! #laceygames

hey #portfolioday ! My name is Blair and I’m a queer artist from Austin TX. commissions are temporarily closed at the moment but I am open to any freelance work!! I also have a link to my shop which u can find in my bio!
♥️
portfolio and contact info: flandrepudding.portfoliobox.net

Hellooo~! It's #portfolioday ! My name is Tay, I'm a queer illustrator from NC. I'm open for work for projects or single commissions! I specialize in sequential arts, character design and style adaptation. My full portfolio is at tayc.carrd.co as well as my contact email for business queries.

furry & otaku bffs 5ever

also saw another who was “miffed” that there aren’t other lambs available as followers in game, as if the literal first thing the game tells you is that all lambs were killed. people make me so mad w how stupid they are these days

bonus is i was reading comments on the steam update posts and one stupid dumb motherfucker was asking for a refund because they preordered the DLC and it wasn’t in the game yet.

i hope every stupid motherfucker complaining that cult of the lamb’s new DLC is like $15 all have their balls explode.

you keep saying you want stylish and innovative art but when you get it you don’t want to pay the people making it. repent for your ignorance and entitlement with your blood.

u are my inspiration and u are just as adorable as ur art