I love when you see someone reblogging a text post multiple times because you don’t know if tumblr glitched on their end or if the post, “who else up garging they goyle” really fucking resonated with them and they just had to rb that mf 4x
I love when you see someone reblogging a text post multiple times because you don’t know if tumblr glitched on their end or if the post, “who else up garging they goyle” really fucking resonated with them and they just had to rb that mf 4x
I had to get this out of my system
Zelda Heritage Post
honestly saying “oh it comes with lore” about anything that has text explaining the use and or contents is one of the funniest th
lore on my ramen package call that uhhhhh flavor text
ok ok, wont send any system failure angst (for now)
so i'll send SOS and moon angst instead
"Either way, after that these different factions developed, as well as a huge forensic effort to recreate and simulate Sliver of Straw's last moments. Some of the simulations were wrapped in a simulation wrapped in a simulation, in case something dangerous might happen. Nothing much has come from it.
In my essay I make the case that maybe she should be allowed to rest in peace now."
-from the SOS pearl
so (in the case of the AUs where moon and SOS were good friends or more)
imagine, your girlfriend dies and her death causes your whole kind to factionalize and pretty much everyone you know to run simulations attempting to replicate her death.
I think as the person who suggested both 'clown music system failure' and the 'rot keeping pebbles intact to keep feeding on him'
What the hell is wrong with you. I need to study you. Where do you get your angst fix.
what is it abt south park that makes teenagers watching it black out and write WILDLY out of character yaoi of the racist egg children
I know I put this on the tags of that "horses will eat meat and eggs" post but like if that's all it takes for people to get freaked out and think horses are deranged then they should also be aware that almost all other herbivores do the exact same thing. It's actually seems to be way less common for herbivores to eat 100% only plants than it is for them to eat meat occasionally (koalas are one of the suspected few strict herbivores bc their diet and digestive system is so specialized). They don't go out searching/hunting for it like carnivores and omnivores, but if they stumble across some carrion or some eggs (or some particularly easy live meat), that's fair game, even moreso if other food is scarce.
Like,,,,Deer will eat dead fish and rabbits, and have been recorded eating dead deer also. They've also been recorded eating live hatchlings from bird nests. Rabbits will scavenge birds a lot, and also do scavenging cannibalism. Snowshoe hares have been recorded scavenging a lynx, which is ironically their main predator when alive. Elephants will eat fish. Cows will eat live birds just right of the ground, along with eggs they may find.
Horses aren't deranged bc they'll eat meat, they're deranged bc theyre like if you put the ghost of a psychically-sensitive victorian child into the body of a 1500 pound mammal.
I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH ENA FOR A GOOD FEW MONTHS so here’s my first go at drawing her.
The longer I live the more I realize I just wanna be well fed and bottom nude all the time
Ok and???? Was he or was he not our Cunt King
This is my new favorite compliment
i have spent the past two weeks practicing how to draw them
TFW when your biceps are huge and can't fit in powered power armour, just ask Ferrus and Magnus lol.
Even for one of their kind, he was tall. That was the first thing to be noticed. In close succession were his great mane of crimson hair, the burnished copper tone of his skin, and perhaps most striking of all, his single eye, the left, for where its twin ought to have rested upon his features was but a smooth patch of flesh. He was dressed grandly, in a tunic of white the plainness of which was offset by the torc of gold and lapis lazuli about his neck, the bronze facets of his belt, and the jewled sandals he wore upon his feet. His sleeves were short, the better to permit the movement of his arms and the sculpted muscle upon them.
“Ferrus,” said Fulgrim at his shoulder, “this is our most newfound brother. His name is Magnus Rubricatus, late of Prospero. Magnus, permet me to introduce Ferrus Manus of Medusa, Primarch of the X Legion.”
Silence followed the introduction, but Fulgrim was not overly concerned - there was no reason that the two should clash, and he knew from experience that it was only natural that two long-lost sons of the Emperor take a moment to address themselves.
The silence stretched on, however, and soon enough Fulgrim risked a glance at his brother to gauge his reaction. Ferrus’ pale eyes were like chips of ice, his tan face creased in a deep frown, and Fulgrim felt concern begin to well up within him. Before he could speak, however, the black-clad man stepped forward, and reached up with one silver-skinned hand to loose the clasp of his armored breastplate, letting the machinery built into the carapace clatter to the ground in a series of booms. Bared were the fullness of his arms, the organic steel from which he drew his name shading the deeply tanned skin up to just past his elbows, ending just at the thickness of his biceps as if they had proven too great a mountain for the living metal to conquer.
Barechested, he stood before the newest of the primarchs, his face a very picture of bloody-minded determination. Fulgrim did not know what had sparked this confrontation, but determined to prevent animosity between his brothers he began to speak. “Ferrus-”
The Lord of the X Legion grit his teeth, and with a deep growl like that of a mountain lion arched, tightening the musculature of his back into a series of ridges and canyons not unlike the broken terrain of his homeworld. Then he brought one arm up, curling it to emphasize the immensity of the bicep, hand locked into a great fist, whilst the other was hooked in opposite fashion, fist held just beneath Ferrus’ armpit. His body trembled with the tension, and after a moment, Ferrus brought both arms down and forward, pressing the backs of his hands together and tightening his stomach so that his abdominals stood like a wall as rigid as any built by the primarch Dorn. With two quick, sharp twitches, he flexed first one pectoral muscle, followed by the other, his gaze unwavering from Magnus’ own, expression one of naked challenge.
Magnus’ sole eye widened, his own teeth showing as he grimaced as if in outrage. Then, with a roar like that of a great tiger he brought his own hands forward, palms slapping together, fingers interlaced and pointed down as he pressed and squeezed for all he was worth, hunching forward slightly. There was a great tearing of cloth, and with a sharp retort like a gunshot the catch of Magnus’ torc broke away as the cords of his neck widened with the strain of effort. His tunic fell away, leaving the great copper breadth of his shoulders and chest unclothed, the definition of his own musculature a match for that of the Gorgon. Veins and sinews began to stand out against the skin of both their frames, Ferrus’ forearms rippling like liquid mercury as he gripped one wrist in the other hand and squeezed ferociously.
The wordless confrontation stretched on for one agonizing heartbeat after another, but Fulgrim’s concern did not turn to genuine distress until Ferrus pulled back his right hand, first clenched as if he were about to strike Magnus down, and the Crimson King drew back in like fashion as if to clout this upstart. Then they swung, but instead of blows lashed against one another their hands came together with a pair of ear-popping cracks as their palms slapped against one another’s forearms. It was then Fulgrim noticed the wetness of Ferrus Manus’ eyes, the beginnings of a smile upon Magnus’ face.
“I guess they became friends through their muscles,” commented Vulkan.
“THAT’S THE STUPIDEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD!” Fulgrim roared as the tension left him.
Nearby, Commander Janetia Krole of the Silent Sisterhood averted her gaze and touched her fingertips to her brow, the better that the Emperor not see her expression at this moment in time.
i’m so tired rn but i finally finished this so!!!!!!
@fuukonomiko sent me this fic by @castellankurze which i can only assume is based off this hilarious scene from Fullmetal Alchemist
also, any excuse to draw bara primarchs, really.