#I can't promise anything though

[themeeplord]

Today was the last day of my internship at a game studio as a 3D animator. It's been such an eye opening and fun experience! I'm so sad that I have to leave, it feels like I only just started..

Now it's on to job searching and hoping my gained experience and knowledge will help me along the way✨

...But first I'd like a little break, I'm very tired :'p

[alma37]

[nabongz]

TZUYU ✗ Run Away at Music Bank (240906)

[svtskneecaps]

dude i fucking love how this server has communication as its premise and built into its fucking core. i fucking love that. bc it's one thing to be like 'this server is about multilingual communication and cultural exchange!!' bc that could present in any NUMBER of ways but like. with the federation and the eggs and a common shared goal they all decided WE ARE A TEAM. and like, ok,

when baghera was sus of jaiden because of the thing when pomme died and jaiden had been the reason baghera left her side for the only time that day, i wasn't even worried. i wasn't worried bc i was like "we just wait. because i know they will TALK TO EACH OTHER." and I WAS RIGHT. TWO DAYS LATER IT WAS ALL CLEARED UP AND BAGHERA WAS HELPING HER OUT WITH CUCURUCHO

and the ordo theoritas is functionally a secret organization. it would be SO EASY to gatekeep the lore, on grounds of "the federation is always watching and anyone could be a spy" and yet the ordo theoritas says that, like bad SAYS THAT, says OUT LOUD, "anyone could be a traitor" and then turns around and goes "hey person i've had a few days' worth of conversations with, here's a detailed rundown of everything we've learned about the island's mysteries, and the secret location of the ordo base". SOFIA was supposed to be secret from everyone, and for a little bit she was. but now like, the ordo theoritas is showing her to everyone. it would be SO EASY to hide things and to gatekeep things but they just. don't do it. here's the supercomputer!!!! don't forget to grab her waystone so you can come back anytime!!!

bad learns something. "i need to tell forever/cellbit/baghera". forever figures out a new way to protect the eggs, and he gets it to everyone within days. cucurucho tries to have a secret conversation and the entire server knows about it almost instantly and there are three people buried in the walls reading the subtitles and giving each other meaningful glances

i love it. i love it. miscommunication plotlines drive me up the fucking wall and the fact that i wasn't even SCARED when jaiden and baghera could easily have angled into an angsty tangled web of that and instead just MET WITH EACH OTHER AND EXPLAINED EVERYTHING AND CLEARED THE AIR ALMOST IMMEDIATELY was so fucking breathtaking. and this is a multilingual server. this is a MULTILINGUAL SERVER. i love it. i love it so much i want to cry. it's a server for communication and people Communicate, it would have been SO EASY to slip into monolingual factions and stick to the familiar but they DIDN'T. they DIDN'T. WE GET TO HAVE A THEORY TABLE WITH SO MANY LANGUAGES SITTING AROUND IT. we get to have conspiracy walls in every language!!!! idk sometimes i forget how fucking CRAZY all this is, like the scale of what they've accomplished

so yea thank you to quackity and the qsmp admins for this, and thank you to the streamers for hearing 'this is about connections' and taking it ENTIRELY to heart, and also thank you to whoever the fuck decided to give quackity's school class the job to look after a fucking egg to learn about parenting. bc holy shit. holy shit.

[detshin]

Out of curiosity, which would you say are the most iconic "supernatural" beings/monsters out of all of the Heiji and Conan cases??

[shuploc]

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT QUESTION!

will you draw hobie like how you draw miguel????? BECAUSE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 OH MY GOD.

I think I get asked to draw Hobie at least twice a day now 😅 Perhaps I very much should look into doing that soon... I use a bunch of reference photos when I draw though, and it frankly takes quite a while to find the right references, both references of the character I wanna draw, but also style or pose references, which is why I haven't really draw anything of the other characters yet, beside Miguel and that one portrait I did of Peter B.

But maybe once I'm done with the bulk of my current commissions, I can look into it 😊 Thank you for suggesting it though, I'm glad you think I'd do a good job if I attempted to draw him! I'm not gonna draw him as yassified as I sometimes draw Miguel though (sorry about that btw lmao) but I will for sure draw him so he looks as real as I can make him!

[where-the-water-flows]

hey like ok but. terrible awful au sparked by seeing a killer gifset of the aborted return to sigu sect

li xiangyi who staggers back to the sigu sect and hears all the complaints, all the things no one told him, all the ways he failed and was blind and caused this, hears how even his allies, his closest companions except his Shixiong who he drove away to his death who he got killed who he failed blame him for being arrogant, for being willful, for not being enough

and who is dying, who knows he's dying, walking fatally wounded, spitting blood, poison in his veins, the fury burnt out to smoldering embers eating him alive and Li Xiangyi died in the east sea and this corpse is just waiting to catch up; Li Xiangyi was always known for his speed so it's not a surprise he outran his own death (for a moment, for long enough to register the fatal blow, for long enough to hear the truth he was too blind to see in life)

and then someone actually sees him, and--

Sect Leader's miraculous return. Sect Leader's wondrous victory. Sect Leader's unyielding strength, Sect Leader who slew the demon lord, who walked into the east sea battle alone and came back bloodied but alive, and he'd already all but brought peace to the Jianghu, no one would ever have doubted him, how dare anyone say they did, never, not them--

(no one notices he's dying even when they're told, a decade after his first death; why would anyone look for it now, not even yet a corpse except to himself?)

Sect Leader Li is never the quite same, after the battle, after the loss of his Shixiong; pale and quiet and almost a ghost of his former self, slow to rouse and far more prone to just watching, to listening, to wandering in the quiet hours, staring at the moon like he's looking for answers he doesn't expect to find.

dies not even a year later, alone in the dark, his body found well past dawn in one of the pavilions, covered in dew gone pink at the corner of his mouth, like the last traces of blood washing out into the ocean, and--

well. the sect's already been all but lead by a ghost for a year. what's a few more?

[kira-light0]

Trying really hard to simplify my art style because attempting realism was destroying my motivation

[thatsadguymochi]

I was so sleepy last night and drew Miku outfits and colored them this morning :)

[omar-rudeberg]

wanted: fic prompts

i've been finding myself wanting to write anything except my current projects at the moment, and any generic prompts / challenges i've come across are not enticing - i want juicy juicy personal prompts dripping in yr canon or headcanon.

if you have any such prompt/s for young royals - like, probably wilmon but not exclusively so - please send it through to me? put it on this post or put it in my ask box i don't mind.

literally if you've ever wanted to beg me to write anything (like, sweet, spicy, savoury, subtle or super unhinged, etc.) here's your chance ???

[hellgram]

also with all the damage the show did to jon's reputation as a good northern lad and wildling i hope germ comes out with like. yeah he's rhaegar and lyanna's son and the name she gave him while bleeding out on the birthing bed alone but for her big brother holding her hand in a tower with no way to know that baby aegon had been murdered leaving the title of Egg 6 up for grabs was like. howland.

[scoliosisgoblin]

doodles and some lore. I'm tired.

[candyriku]

I unfortunately find myself unable to work on my current Soriku fic today due to my mental state, but I was able to make a bit of a teaser for the next big Soriku fanfiction that will be coming sometime after JTSYS is finished.

You can read it under the cut, but TW for blood, death, and uh, general misery. This has been cathartic for me to write but the whole idea of this fic is that things are impossibly doomed, so be warned - this is not the happy fun zone.

Blood. There was so much blood.

He had smelled it before even seeing it, the metallic scent thick in his nose before he had even rounded the corner. He had tried to convince himself that it was his own bleeding wound that he smelled, or maybe the blood of something else, someone else, but in his heart, he knew the truth. He picked up his pace, sprinting at top speed now, his sneakers splashing through shallow puddles on the wet pavement. 

When his eyes finally came to rest on the crumpled form at the end of the alley, the breath was knocked out of his chest as though someone had taken a baseball bat to his sternum. He knew, of course he knew, but he had hoped-

No. It didn’t matter what he hoped for. Hopes and wishes weren’t for people that walked his path. He had been denied the right to hope for anything ages ago. When he had signed that contract, signed away his soul, he forfeited all the cushy pleasures of a normal life. He had given up his chance of knowing peace.

But it had been worth it. If it was for Sora, anything was worth it.

Standing over Sora’s blood-soaked body, Riku tried to remind himself of that truth, the one thing that he had tethered his heart to all this time. It was worth it. Even if the chance of Sora making it out alive were next to none, there was still a chance. He could still fight.

One of these loops, Riku would get it right. He would figure out how to keep Sora safe, how to protect him from this accursed dimension where everything was designed to end his life. They would break out and live a normal life together, just the way they had always planned. 

There was a happy future waiting somewhere for the two of them. There had to be. Riku had gambled everything on it.

He crouched down, his shaking fingers gently brushing Sora’s tear-stained cheek. He could hardly stand to look at his face, but the sight of his broken, bleeding body was no better. The wounds were precise and lethal, and Riku was far too late.

No matter how many dozens of times he had watched Sora die, it never got easier. It never stopped feeling like his chest was a black hole caving in on itself, his heart squeezed until it was nothing more than dust. 

He couldn’t look. He couldn't look away.

Riku kneeled and placed both of Sora’s hands over his heart. He was about to speak and begin the incantation that would throw them both back to the starting point again, but Sora suddenly stirred, weakly reaching one hand up towards Riku’s face.

“Riku…” his voice was barely more than a whisper. 

“I’m here,” Riku said, the words catching in his throat. “Don’t speak. You can rest now. It’s okay.”

He hated to say it. He wanted to plead with Sora, wanted to beg him to stay. But if Riku had learned anything throughout the loops, it was that nothing came of begging. There was no one to answer his prayers; benevolent forces did not dwell here. At best, all it would accomplish would be making Sora sad in his final moments. At worst, future loops would be impacted by Riku’s words to Sora, twisting the knife further. He had seen it enough to know what to avoid now.

“I don’t want…” There was a weighted pause. “...Don’t want to leave you.” The pool of blood continued to grow. Riku knew - though he wished that he didn’t - that Sora wouldn’t be able to maintain consciousness for much longer at this rate. He could hardly believe Sora was awake even now. 

“We’ll meet again.” he assured Sora softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “Don’t worry. It'll be okay.” 

“You…” This pause was longer, much longer, and Riku was all but sure that Sora would not speak again. Finally, with a wet cough, Sora continued. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Riku lied. He leaned forward and kissed Sora’s forehead, his lips lingering there for several long moments as he took steadying breaths. 

“Mm… ‘kay.” Sora managed. “Love you… so much.” 

“I love you too.” Riku said, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw popped. He wanted to scream. After taking a moment to compose himself, he sat up and offered his best imitation of a smile to Sora. Better for him to see that than to see how broken Riku really was. 

The all-too-familiar faraway look settled on Sora’s face as the last of his breath left his body. Riku collapsed over him, the tears finally coming, the weight hitting him all at once with the force of a tidal wave. Even knowing that he would see Sora alive and well again in mere moments did nothing to comfort him. 

It didn't matter how many times Riku had seen it. It never got any easier to watch Sora die.

[sercphs]

My desire to play HSR vs My inability to

[follineo]

UUUUGHGGHGHGHGH,,,,

[sigchimera]

Memoria, a Roblox OC

Him from the front in game

Her from the back in game