#I am very excited to share this

[iwasjoking]

Okay, all of these are basically based off of the 'sentient lost light AU' from @cuppajj, which I was obsessing about, but when I thought about it, it didn't really have a name for what it was. And I don't think 'metro titan' or just 'titan' would suffice. So I went up and thought of a classification, or multiple classifications for different kind of titans, I mean, lets spread our horizons a bit.

Okay, first up, metro titans are titans that transform into massive cities, and act as settlements for bots to colonize new planets. Honestly the first thought of it was astonishing, but just, metro titans? That kinda seems.. bland.

At first I didn't think too much about them, because honestly, who would, until I came across the sentient LostLight AU. And everything fit together perfectly, though I was quite late to the party, I started going through as many posts about it as I could at the time. And then decided to create my own Titan OC.

Verloren, the bot above is a Titan that I created, I drew the ship part first so it would make sense, but he still kinda looked like Lostlight, that was a big accident ^^'

There is another (unfinished) OC up there thats much bigger, and more blue but I'll talk about them later.

Anyways, just titan didn't suffice my brain, since you have metro titans, and then just.. titans? So, I decided to create my own classification, leading tooooooo,

Star Faring titans! (Workshopping the name still, and the emblem, kinda looks dumb) But I like it so far, and what it means is that it's a titan that transforms into a ship, not a city. A ship thats supposed to travel the stars, at first I was thinking 'Quantum titan', but not all have to have Quantum engines. Though I haven't made out all the details, I quite like what I have so far.

But why stop there? with only two. Then comes up another idea, in another comic I read, there were titans that were orbiting around the planet, doing sorts of jobs, so I started onto making the 'satellite titans'. These titans are titans that orbit around the planet, and do certain jobs. Heck some of them could be a moon orbiting around another planet.

I separated them into 3 groups, (so far), base satellite titans, Lunar satellite titans, and Job satellite titans. (Still workshopping the names)

The names should probably explain themselves but even so:

Lunar satellite titans are titans that are mainly for defense of the planet, as moons, though they can transform, they can sometimes shoot beams from their surface, most of the time they orbit around colonized planets.

Job satellite titans do things like mining from the surface, or act as a radio beam, and are typically the smallest, I've seen them sorta in comics, though not mentioned under any sort of specialized name.

And base satellite titans, basically ones that travel around the stars, before settling into an orbit, becoming a sort of stop station, for ships. They often have a crew operating them, or become fully functional cities in the sky. But I would not call them a metro titan, because they stay in space, as a sort of 'stop station'

I might make more stories or pictures about them later, but honestly, I love this idea and I hope some people would try to expand on it ^^

Stormy signing off

[anbaisai]

It's not even actually their birthday

(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Quest Continues...

(part 1- part 2)

[dobythealpaca]

hi tf2 community,,,,

[needlepine]

Did a little (a lot) something extra for @harriertail’s cover zine! Here are some small slices of the much MUCH larger illustration :3

[sirlanval]

Swan Song: An illustrated poetry zine about Law and Doflamingo (by me!)

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[traffrogers]

some sketches from mine and @briefle's hermitcraft volleyball au

close ups under the cut :D

[tragicvampireromanceisland]

WOAHHH HI it's JOYNESS FANKID TIME.....this is compassion, your inner hippie. <3 went with compassion because that was the name i gave an olddd joyness fankid i made back in 2015. hoping to find art of her original design from then that i can share here one day....

she's kind of based off the ages-old debate of whether "true" altruism really exists. what exactly goes on in our heads when we try to better someone else's pain? is it possible to separate that from the motive of wanting to feel good about ourselves in the process...? ANYWAYS enough philosophizing. put short, she combines joy's tendency to always want to make things better, but with sadness' tendency to point out the negative aspects of things. she's determined, but just as prone to spiraling.

she's also a real bleeding heart...a bit of a pessimist in the sense that she will ALWAYS treat every minor mishap like it's something huge, but specifically so that she can butt in and fix it. she loves boxing herself into a self-appointed "savior" role. girl's got a HUGE martyr complex.

that being said, she's also an excellent listener...when she decides to be so. self-described "empath" (which she can get a bit obnoxious about), but also quite a useful therapist whenever someone needs it. and on the flip side, she absolutely hates small talk. she just wants to get right to the deep emotional stuff with you right away, even if you're a total stranger.

does she care about others? well of course, but it's hard to say no to that when that's what your whole existence is based off of. someone's gotta tell her "i'm a good person" should Not be the only thing you define yourself by.....

[potatobugz]

here are a bunch of doodles i did during the process of writing tptbu chapter 2 <|:)

[hortensiart]

wip

i've barely started linearting but i do really like how it currently looks. i know he doesn't look like enki just yet but yeah that's him

[nordsea-horizons]

come visit the island on a rainy sunday afternoon☔️🌾

[aniquinade]

the court had kept him enslaved; a shackled god with death and love demanded, carefully bound to serve in name of the owls. he had not known what he was.

no longer, never again. death was his to bestow as he pleased. that was what his prince always told him, the laughing prince of smiles who had shown talon freedom.

he studied the bloody, mangled organ in his hands. it had once belonged to his grandmaster.

i have want for a love as red as death, talon thought. all i wished for was this. it was you that worked to deny me.

the voice in his head, the one that called itself dick, sounded impossibly far away. more distant than it had ever been before. talon didn’t care. a grin was already spreading across painted brims, lipstick soon smeared by his wandering tongue. he raised his gaze from the thing in his grasp, one last time . . . and locked eyes with the man that had stolen his own.

now i have both. his love, your death.

isn’t that just hysterical ?

crimson splattered over the gold of his armor, the pale of recently bleached skin.

talon giggled madly as he crushed the heart he no longer needed.

behold an exclusive snippet from my upcoming project — a return to new person, same old mistakes, with many additional parts on the way !!

part two will be the first multi-chapter, novel length story in the series. the first chapter should hopefully be out before the end of the year.

if want to read more from this universe, part one can be found on ao3 for your convenience:

READ HERE.

[nerevarswritingstuff]

TIaF Teaser - Chapter 36

You can’t see Macaque’s face, but you can certainly see Wukong’s. The regret in his eyes vanishes in an instant, replaced with that same rage from before. He snarls, stepping closer, but Macaque pushes you backwards, ensuring five feet is kept between you two and him. His tail coils around your waist, securing you in your spot behind him.

His arms open out, and he asks in a goading tone, “What’s the matter? Don’t like being called out for your own behavior?” He snickers and shakes his head. “Ah, some things never change. You never did know how to… behave yourself when I wasn’t around.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Does this monkey have a death wish?! “Macaque,” you hiss, gabbing his arm and yanking him backwards. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Shut it, and stay behind me,” he mutters back to you, pushing you out of Wukong’s direct sight again.

“Get away from them,” Wukong speaks up, his demand a low growl.

“Why?” Macaque picks at his lower left ear with his pinky. “So you can ‘talk’ some more? You may have made it so I can’t hear, but I can still read body language, Wukong…” He tilts his head one way, scoffing. “Some things never do change, do they? If anything, you’re the one who should stay away from them.”

“Macaque, this is not helping!” You tug at his tail still wrapped around your waist, and he lets out a chuff in response. “Don’t agitate him!”

“Agitate him?” He hums, tapping his chin in mock thought. “I didn’t realize he could be agitated by the truth. Then again, he never could handle it properly.” His gaze falls on Wukong again. “Could you, peaches?”

[vinelark]

happy friday! here is a little bbts chapter 5 proof of life

When Tim comes down again his mouth is full of blood—bitten cheek—and his whole head throbs, an almost fizzy numbness flooding through his jaw in the sudden absence of pain. He struggles through another wheezing breath, wincing at the familiar sensation of torn muscles around his rib cage. “Ah,” Checkered Shirt is saying. “There does seem to be a localized paralytic effect. That last placement may have been counterintuitive; my mistake. But as we discussed, that’s the beauty of mistakes in a setting like this. The opportunity to learn from them.” Tim tips his head. Clumsily spits a mouthful of blood on the metal floor—evidence, he thinks hazily, if he moves me—and finds his tongue. “Funny how you still haven’t gotten what you want,” he half-slurs, “considering how many opportunities you keep having.”