beating me to death

Beatings you to death

hims beating you to death

beating me to death

Beatings you to death

a commission for @kiiingsnake ! Your Creature!!! rendered in PLUSH!! it was such a cute design fr, lovely working with you!!

Ough....he's So Good thank you both so much!!!

Me duele la cabeza

This is actually examples of the field of mathematics called topology and it’s fucking bullshit wizard shit.

finally, applied mathematics

Don’t worry mathematicians had a very similar reaction at first

Basically around the beginning of 20th century mathematicians were arguing about how to eliminate paradoxes from coming up in maths, and they were questioning whether the bases of maths, known for thousands of years, are complete / correct

In geometry there were those five principles from which everything else was derived, and mathematicians were like: „See, we’ll prove that geometry is sound and complete bc without any one of those principles nothing will make sense!”

And then it made sense. It made too much sense in many weird ways when they removed the 5th principle.

And so, topology was born, simply because mathematicians were so sure it wouldn’t work they decided to try it out as a joke

AAAAA MEN TITS

Try. Try. Try.

blorbo from my brain

@that-house ask and receive

He Beebs

i think that every day after work big man goes home to an even bigger man

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

spinning little man for the little man fans

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers

Gotta keep the wheel grinding forward

An Increasingly Frustrated Pokemon Trainer who wants a Sylveon but he isn’t emotionally equipped enough to understand the nuanced difference between friendship and affection so he just has like 13 Espeons and Umbreons

He ties ribbons around their necks and clips them on their ears, and never thinks they’re good enough. He ignores them when they rub against him for pets, focusing on his newest Eevee, so tiny and soft and full of potential. He keeps trying, and trying, and every time he sees black instead of pink and his face falls. Or he perks up at a glimpse of a paler color--but no, that’s the wrong shade, and there’s the forked tail, and he is even more crestfallen.

Until one day he gives up on a Sylveon. It’s never going to happen for him. He slams the door, and cries with his head in his hands, and can’t stand to look at the warm, soft bodies pressing against his back, rubbing against his knees.

He can’t stand to look at the ribbons and bows. He avoids the Pokemon for two days and then, in one explosive burst of frustration, he takes all the bows, stuffs them into the trash--only just managing to keep his trembling hands gentle on soft necks and ears. It’s not their fault. He knows it’s not. It’s his. He rubs a black ear, worried that it might be sore. It’s his fault.

He pets them more. It’s not their fault they’re not what he wanted. He feeds them, and restarts the training sessions that had ended when each one evolved. He doesn’t know their movesets; he starts reading. He learns what he can ask from them, and then learns from them too: which one would rather Quick Attack than use Confusion, which has a Mean Look that freezes even him in place. It’s fun. It’s more fun than it ever used to be, when he followed all the best training manuals so anxiously. They respond, growing and learning and butting into them for pets that he sheepishly gives them.

It’s inevitable, with thirteen of them in the same place, that eventually two would breed. He holds the tiny Eevee in his cupped palms. So soft. So warm. He knows which Espeon gave her those extra-long ears and which Umbreon is responsible for her round little nose. He is fascinated.

He pets her. He holds her. He watches her try to mimic the others and he smiles when they high-step over her or when they lift her by the scruff. She joins in on training sessions and for a moment there’s the thought--but she’s having fun copying one of her aunties and he’s not going to change that. She learns what she likes because she likes it. She’s the happiest Eevee he’s ever trained, and he doesn’t need her to be anything else.

But she changes, of course. Children grow up and Pokemon evolve. Espeon, he thinks when she changes in daylight, when he sees a pale coat--but no, that’s the wrong shade--

He is dumbfounded. The rest of them are not. They crowd around, pushing him and Sylveon together, pressing against both of them until everyone is one pile of fur and waving tails. He laughs and hugs her first--and then the nearest Umbreon, and the next.

He is happy, of course. But not because of what she is. He's glad that it means she’s happy. And she is happy. He gets the sense, watching her examine her own ribbons, that she became exactly what she wanted.

Maybe he should start keeping some stones in the house. It’s inevitable, with fourteen Eeveelutions around, that they’re going to keep breeding, and the next Eevee might want something different.

lil sketch of day n alreth that i may add onto later

(alreth belongs to @the-stars-are-lovely)

A fantasy book where many characters have dramatic High Fantasy epithets, but for incredibly non-dramatic reasons.

An adventurer known as The Herald of Dawn, but it's because she tends to wake up naturally at 4 or 5 am and every single fucking time wakes up the whole damn camp before sunrise by banging pots and pans together while making herself breakfast.

A nobleman known as The Lord of Shadows, but it's because his land is shaded from all sides by cliffs and mountains and all the other nobility are roasting this guy for not being able to grow or farm anything on his shitty, shady, no-sunshine-having estates.

A courtesan known as The Emerald of [location], but it's because the county she was born in is known for manufacturing forged jewels and gemstones, and so far she is the fakest pretty thing to ever come from there.

An assassin known as The Kiss of Death, but it's because he has somehow acquired every single known and documented STD in his mouth.

The Dark Huntress, named so to distinguish her from The Blonde Huntress.

A prince known as The Raven Prince, but it's because he's autistic and can and WILL tell you everything that is known about ravens, for five hours straight.

LAST ONE IS DAY SO HARD

@the-stars-are-lovely’s overlord rehlius and his uhhhh…..close confidant…… triarch ymer

I think that in splatoon world they don’t have gender but they did find out about gender from looking at old human stuff and have splooquizzes (splatoon uquizzes) that are like “are you a boy or girl?” And take them for fun and are like “oh you’re looking so boy today” or “so fresh! Very girl.”

Love this concept

Do you think the “give the legendary Pokemon a sandwich thing” would work to befriend other legendaries. imagine some kid convincing Mewtwo to stop loathing humanity because they gave him a ham and swiss on rye

@xxtc-96xx

definitely not on rye. multigrain maybe

@kiiingsnake

Acacia fixed by sandwich ....

cyperpunk AU art dump of a bunch of stuff i made while away……

(some characters belong to @the-stars-are-lovely)