#2024 will be even more challenging

[eldrtchmn]

...3, 2, 1 personal rant incoming

(it's depressing I'm sorry)

[kieran-culkins]

little beast, richard siken + the social network (2010) dir david fincher // challengers (2024) dir luca guadagnino // saltburn (2023) dir emerald fennell

[cozylittleartblog]

bug doodles so i can say i drew something

[atomi-cat]

Neopets Paintbrush Challenge- Landis

Brushes used:

Royal

Wraith

Halloween

Baby

[mintghostko]

Frida Big Mama's Assistant!

I kinda wonder how she of all people ended up working for Big Mama... I guess it could just be a coincidence but... well, we all know how Big Mama is... and spiderwebs can be so very tricky to escape once you've been snared

original Rise August prompt list by @sariphantom :)

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Sun and Moon lesbians again for I am ill

[dkettchen]

[timetodiverge]

WolfWren Week: Fic Recs for Day One!

We now have 600 WolfWren fics on Ao3- woo! For this year's WolfWren Week, I've pulled some fic recs from my bookmarks for each day. Let's celebrate all the amazing writers and wonderful fics we have in our community <3

Day One: The Moon

“Are you following me?”/I Can Make Her Worse/Fighting as Flirting/Touch Starved/Eye Contact/Vampire AU/Sparring/Hatefuck

Just A Bit Of Fun (one-shot/E) by @femmefighter More Than A Mandalorian, More Than A Jedi (one-shot/T) by @kalevalakryze put some teeth in you (one-shot/E) by @hero-of-the-horn slowly stops the ache (one-shot/E) stuck in the middle with you (one-shot/E) by @lothcatthree the wolf and the songbird (one-shot/E) Your Touch (multi-chapter/ongoing/E) by @mird

Let's show our writers some love- read/kudos/comment/follow on tumblr~~

@wolfwrenweek

[blue-eli]

Ink October day 3: Sophistry

An argument that seems plausible, but is fallacious or misleading, especially one devised deliberately to be so.

[orquideazs]

ok i really REALLY need patrick zweig inside of me rn like i really do

[that-dreaming-dragon]

Vocalization

Vocalization is a interesting thing. Is it communication, or voice stim, or making voice just because?

I make a lot of noise. And I know that's a form of stimming for me. But also it provides a sense of euphoria in the ways that I'm free to express myself via making creature noise. I'm not sure how my nonhuman type that doesn't do speech would sound like. I make a lot of chirp, coos, screech, rwers. Partner call them birb noise, especially my chirps. We are pretty much in agreement that I'm a bird sort of dragon.

But I want to indulge in fox sound too, I suppose. The kitsune paratype has me perking up when there's fox video. Fox screaming at each other or that laughing fox. Parnter say my fox is like the Finnegan Fox, or just my general demeaner. I get like a excited puppy, or fox kit, I suppose.

Dragon noise is a funky one. I know the sound that Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon makes this low, purry cooing sound, and I find that one in specific to be something I should be able to do. Almost like a cat's purr. I vehemanly denies any sort of feline within my draconity though. Probably just a case of disliking the "meta" where dragons and cats are put in equivalent a lot. Beyond that, I don't think I make much sort of roar sound. Maybe growl or snarl.

The human voice box has its limitation to immitate the nonhuman sound. I do got my cooing purr down pat though. If you'd get to be in vc with me, I tend to speak in noises more than I do words. It's just easier. Probably a combination of ndness and nonhumanness.

The way I do it is

mouth in the shape as if I'm about to blow bubble

tongue close to the roof, but enough so air can pass through

push the air out. Not just breathing, but do it as if you are doing a vocal practice, and push the air out

adjust the tongue to roof distance as needed until you find the sweet spot that makes the air in your mouth vibrate

then add sound

I sort of learned that when I was a high school freshman. Someone amongst the classmate taught it to us, but only I picke it up fast and master it quicker. Could be my choir experience, could be the creature in me. I'd like to think that it's a combination.

The chirps and screech are just your regular throat really close, mouth open, tongue press up to close the throat, and do the same pushing air motion. Is it a motion if you aren't moving?

There are some cool vocalization that I'd heard folks do. My favorite one is probably Rani (@a-dragons-journal)'s. Still no idea how dre does it, that wobble wobble in the back of the throat sound. I couldn't immitate it.

Perhaps we as a community can collect everyone's voice technique and put together a tutorial. Even better yet, a video to present at a con panel.

[theladysherlock]

Dalek Week 2024: Day 6

Lights! Cameras! Action!

Deryn dug through the files on the desk, ignoring the bubbling liquids next to her. One folder was bright red-- a sure sign of something important, if she'd ever seen one-- so she pulled it out and started flipping through the pages.

Suddenly, she heard the slow, steady taps of a walking stick on the floor. "Well well well," a deep voice called out from behind her. "You're more clever than I gave you credit for."

Deryn whirled around. "Doctor Hargrove?! You're the one behind all of this?"

A familiar man in a labcoat stood there, his safety goggles pushed up to his hairline. One hand held a large walking stick, the other he held out towards her. "Hand me the papers, boy, and forget you saw anything."

"I can't just forget! You're poisoning thousands of people!" Deryn shook the paper at him. "This data proves it!"

"You have no idea what you're dealing with." The man in the labcoat grinned cruelly. "You see, I've... made..." he frowned, then rolled his eyes. "Line?"

There was a loud groan. "CUT!"

The film crew sprung to life behind the cameras. Deryn took two steps back as the technicians reset the scene, adjusting the props back to their original place.

"Artie, you're killing me!" The director shouted. "We've had ages to prep for this and you still don't know your damn lines? Sharp knows his lines, and he's only been here a week!"

Arthur Bailey, the actor working opposite Deryn, threw his hands in the air in disgust. "They're all so similar! I give three different evil speeches in this movie-"

"Well get it together! I don't pay you to waste my time!"

"You barely pay me at all," Bailey said.

The director rolled his eyes. "Right. Twenty minute break for everyone but Artie, you're running lines till you're blue in the face." He clapped his hands twice. "Get a move on! We don't have all day, people!"

Deryn scampered off set. Twenty minutes would be enough time to regroup with Alek and see if he'd found anything.

Two weeks ago, the Americans had found evidence of a spy somewhere on set. A bag had been discovered by the stage doors, containing buckets of money and directions written in German, telling someone to stay the course and await further instructions.

So, for the past week, Deryn and Alek had been undercover on the set of The Madman's Revenge trying to identify the secret agent, though so far she'd been more successful in front of a camera than while skulking.

It wasn't so difficult, acting. It felt a lot like the early days of figuring out how to be Dylan, but in short, quick bursts. She still had to figure out how to walk and how to hold herself, but she didn't have to figure out the right thing to say. It was all written down for her ahead of time, and Deryn Sharp was more than capable of memorizing a few words. Besides, the character they wanted her to be wasn't so different from who she actually was. She just had to be... bigger. Enough that the camera could pick up what she was doing.

The stage makeup was pure dead annoying though. She'd never worn any regular makeup when she was stuffed into skirts, but this had to be worse. She felt like a circus clown, the way her features had to be exaggerated to a ridiculous degree to have any hope of being caught by the cameras. And on top of it all, it made her face itch like mad.

Alek was waiting for her in her Dressing Room, sitting comfortably with Bovril sprawled across his lap. He was still too famous here in America to spontaneously take up acting, but no one would question him as a producer. Just a rich, spoiled aristocrat throwing fistfuls money at his newest hobby and poking his nose in where it didn't belong.

"Done for the day?" he asked hopefully.

She shook her head. "Just twenty minutes," she said.

"Ah." His face fell a little, likely as disappointed as she was that she'd be here for another several hours.

Best not to dwell on that idea or she'd make herself angry. "Did you find anything in his dressing room?" Deryn asked.

"No, nothing out of the ordinary," Alek said, picking up Bovril and setting it on the arm of the couch. "Several empty bottles of brandy, but nothing suspicious."

"Aye, Bailey is drunk on set more often than not." Deryn flipped through her script. "If we keep having to do reshoots around his bumbling, I won't be able to snoop."

"Snoop!" Bovril cried, then burst into a fit of giggles.

"Leave that to me," Alek said, absently scratching the loris behind the ears. "The crew is used to seeing me wander around by now."

"Any of them acting suspicious?" She asked.

"Not particularly. Although there are a few backstage romances that they don't know I know about."

Bovril giggled again. "Surreptitious," it said. "Forget you saw anything."

Deryn plopped down on the couch next to Alek, trying not to scratch at her face. "You always seem to run into those."

Alek rolled his eyes. "It's annoying. You'd think one of these days I'd stumble on something actually relevant."

"You never know, it might be useful eventually. Who haven't we gotten to yet?" She asked, handing Alek her script with notes on her castmates. He simultaneously handed her his own notebook so she could look through his observations.

"I haven't been able to speak to Ms. Rennoll," Alek said thoughtfully. "Although I don't think she likes me very much."

Miss Clara Rennoll played the leading lady in the film and had a habit of getting screechy whenever a scene didn't quite go her way. The entire crew was petrified of her and her temper, which meant she had ample opportunity to sneak about without being questioned. Though, if she spoke any German, she had yet to show it.

"Ms. Rennoll doesn't like anyone," Deryn said.

Alek nodded. "I'm sure you'll be able to charm her well enough," he said.

She sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair. After a week of poking around in between scenes, they were running out of possibilities and time. Everyone had access to the drop point. They still didn't even know what information had been passed along, though it must have been relevant to warrant that much money in payment.

"You know," Alek said, leafing through her script. "I always pictured you in something like this."

Deryn blinked, confused. "What?"

He winced and Deryn immediately recognized the face of a man who regretted making a promise not to keep any secrets, even the embarrassing ones. She'd made it enough times herself.

"I won't laugh," she said. "I swear."

His cheeks flushed, just a little. "Even when I first watched adventure movies like this, I always pictured you as the heroine," he said.

Deryn stifled a grin. "And you as the hero, then?"

"Well..." He cleared his throat. "Not at first, anyway."

"And you've seen how many, now?"

"Um. Lots."

An overwhelming wave of affection swept over Deryn and she couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Blisters, Alek, you're adorable." She cupped Alek's face with her hands and kissed him.

He made a small, surprised noise as she pulled him close, but he recovered quickly as his hands found their familiar place on her waist.

A loud knock at the door startled them away from each other.

"Places in Five!" The Assistant Director called out. Blessedly, he didn't come inside. She heard him knock on the dressing room door next to her own-- the man must just be going down the line.

Deryn swore extravagantly. Alek's face was smeared with red, which could only mean that her stage makeup was pure dead ruined.

Bovril started chittering like the flechette bats, before saying "good heavens!" in Dr. Barlow's unmistakable cadence. Brilliant. Even the beastie knew she was done for.

Despite the obvious look of horror in her eyes, her prince was undeterred. "We can fix this," Alek said, and began digging through her kit. He pulled out the bottle of foundation and, after a quick examination, popped the lid off. "I've watched the makeup team, I'm sure I can figure it out."

Her jaw dropped. "In less than five minutes? Are you completely barking daft?!"

"Stop talking. You're moving too much." He smudged some makeup on her face with his fingers, covering up the space around her chin and mouth with another layer of gunk.

Deryn screwed her mouth and eyes shut, trying not to flinch away from him as he worked.

Finally, Alek took a step back to assess his work and winced. "It's not great, but I don't think anyone will notice. Just as long as they don't look too closely."

"Better than nothing," she said, already trying to think of cover stories. "Thanks, love, you're brilliant."

"Break a leg!" Alek said, and gave her one last quick kiss on the head before she tore off for the set.

[frameconfessions]

Fuck the Game Awards. Fucking Geoff Keeley or whatever his name is spelled snubbed them back in like 2016 when they were up for nomination and was like “oh well maybe next year huh." Then we never saw Warframe in the voting again because they now only use Warframe as a side piece for advertising so I guess they aren't even allowed for a labor of love or a long time beloved game award or something. I'm still salty about that shit, fuck Geoff and this rigged ass awards show for real! I'm just here for the drops and Warframe or Soulframe news at this point.

💯

Why the fuck does Fortnite get in but not Warframe? This shit sucks.

WARFRAME SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE IN ONE OR BOTH OF THESE!!

[gladumfdoodles]

forty five ?

number 45 is My Way by Frank Sinatra!

for this one, i decided to do a conceptual ending for smilers au :]

this song carries a very "ending" sort of tone to it, and if you listen to the lyrics, it really does feel like an end credits song or a character's last words

so uh

content warning for implied character death (will he actually die? probably not. but i should say this anyway)

word count: 267

This was it. The end of the road. The final blow.

And it was all Grian's to take.

What a poetic way for his story to end. A desperate, stubborn, selfish survivor decides to sacrifice himself to save the world. He gripped the grenade in his hand tightly as he dodged blow after blow, his heart pounding in his chest as he glared up at the Mother Smiler. The source of the hivemind. The source of his suffering for the past two years.

He could see Scar out of the corner of his eye, fending off the jerking limbs dripping from the ceiling, and he couldn't help the smile that worked its way onto his tear stained face as he stepped in position directly below the center mass of the alien.

"I'm so sorry, Scar." He whispered. "I wish we didn't have to resort to this."

Scar didn't hear him. Of course he didn't. He was too busy trying to save their lives. Trying to save the world.

Grian wrapped his fingers around the pin of the grenade, carefully crafted in secret by Etho and Impulse, and pulled. He threw it directly up, at the inky black bulk of the Mother Smiler, and as it made contact, he felt a wave of peace wash over him. This was it. The end of the road. The final blow.

He had fought for so long. Two whole years. And now it was over.

The grenade burst, an explosion worthy of war, and Grian closed his eyes as the heat washed over him.

There was a smile on his face.

[dimpletheheck]

Meet the artist 2024

I made my first one of these in 2021, and I've made one every year since!

((Btw the SDV stands for Stardew Valley, I couldn't fit it all in the square lmao))

[pennecpox]

Goretober part 2!

Day 11 - The Lord's failure of a nephew, ft. corporal punishment

Day 13 - Daniel going through his hallucinations

Day 14 - Nylia going at Messmer's mommy issues while impaled