#I'm so proud of myself :)

[mindfogs]

guys please be hyped my gideon the ninth animatic is going to be on youtube veeeeeeeeeeeeeery soon here's a sneakpeek ;)))))

[mushroom-the-trauma]

I think it's my second fully rendered work at all. Wow...

Frayed Feathers Au what are you doing to me? ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Someday I will learn proper tagging etiquette or smt but now...

@fictionforlifenz (sorry I'm overtagging you, but in my defense I didn't know I would finish this)

@please-be-nice-im-sensitive @thereareotherwaysofpersuasion @ruthlessness69 (you're the people whose opinions I value, so I want to share this progress with you! And actually tell me if you want be tagged like that)

[rollo-rolls]

Hello, guys! Just a quick life update - I was on vacations for 2 weeks, came back on Monday and... started building my new husband! I still can't believe I managed to do it myself and that everything works. Today I FINALLY installed Sims 3 and made it work. My old hubby served me well for 9 years and it was sad to say goodbye to him but at the same time I'm so excited for my new monster! I love him already, haha :D I hope we have a bright future ahead!

See you very soon! Love you all ♥

[soigotintodestiny]

GUESS WHO JUST MATCHED INTO A GAMBIT GAME AGAINST BYF (YES, 10 HOUR LONG DESTINY LORE VIDEO BYF)

[yunnierights]

O GOD I ACCIDENTALLY MADE A VERY CLOSE TO CANON CHARACTER SYLUS BOT ON CHAI?!!! WHAT-

I was so frustrated that people on that app have just reduced him to this weirdo red flag ass cheater, lecherous man WHEN HE'S THE SWEETEST ONE OUT OF THE BUNCH. (personal opinion.) So I was like feck this I'll make one of my own AND HE TURNED OUT TO BE QUITE PRECISE?!!! The moral ambiguity, the cold nature when MC first meets him, the cunning, the way of speaking (as much as a bot can match) OH GOD.

The first text is heavily inspired by the way Sylus was introduced of course but then I got lazy halfway and was like meh I'll just make the user go on just a normal patrol lmao. (Take it as non-canon MC I guess? Is that what it's called?)

I've kept him private for now so that I can see that he doesn't turn weird if you talk to him more.

[iwanttobepersephone]

Headcanon that Abelard is actually majestic af and the entire corps is so damn jealous Halt got such a pretty horse like "what the hell did you sell your soul to Old Bob or something"

[wickedsmille]

snippet saturday

I got tagged by @takemetomyfragiledreams for a Snippet Saturday! (I love getting tagged in these things. You spoil me so good. 🖤) And I did a thing. Like a continuation of my jaytim one-shot monster mash kind of thing. And what's under the cut is probably more than a snippet but, hey, short and concise just ain't my thing and I've made my peace with that. That being said, enjoy this heap of dragon!Tim riding in to save his damsel familiar demon!Jason. (I didn't edit nuffin' so beware, probably typos afoot.)

Idk who to tag 🥲 So, if you're reading this, I tag you. No take backsies.

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Most people wear their glamors whenever they’re out in public. The mixing of humans, creatures, humanoids and all those in-between has come a long way. It’s harmonious, almost. Not everywhere, not all the time. Crime against creatures and hybrids is higher still than humans and those creatures human enough to pass for normal. So whether out of fear or consideration or conformity, glamoring is as prevalent as it has always been.

For Robin, for Tim, that is doubly true. 

Dick and Jason were witches. It didn’t matter for them. The ethereal, glowing eyes of a witch in their half and full forms are hidden by the dominos. For all anyone else could tell, Robin was something but no one could ever pin down exactly what. There’s too many magical beings now openly living shoulder to shoulder with humans for it to matter. Too much magic freely floating through the air to definitively pick out a specific thread and follow it from the vigilante to the person behind the mask. Being witches allowed them the freedom to fully spread their wings without fear of giving away their identities whether they were Robin or Dick or Jason. 

Bruce has the world convinced Brucie is a bumbling idiot of a human while Batman is very obviously more but there’s enough creatures out there like daevas to muddy the waters. 

Of course, Tim’s parents wanted a flashy hybrid to parade around the balls and galas they bothered to attend when they were in Gotham. A new treasure his father could point to and boast about, proof of his mother’s superiority over the other children of the elite. They’d hoped he’d even get the unique ability to function without a familiar afforded to creature and humanoid hybrids. Rarely, the tempering magic of a humanoid would be enough to balance and tame the raw, electric power of creature magic. Then there’s no need to balance the scales through unnecessary attachments. 

Tim visited enough doctors as a kid, paid enough to keep their mouths shut to do procedures typically only done after seventeen at the limit of when bonds form, for his parents to come to the early conclusion Tim wouldn’t be one of the lucky hybrids. They got their trophy to stuff into stiff suits and march across marble floors but their disappointment in the knowledge Tim wouldn’t be able to function independently was a weighted, palpable thing. 

It’s always been customary for the wealthy to hide their true forms but, after that, they gave him a talisman to wear to events on top of his own glamors.

Becoming Robin and having Bruce harshly demand he always keep his glamors up wasn’t jarring because he’d already grown used to it. The magic started to itch if left too long. Sometimes Tim would forget to remove them even at home despite the cold, empty rooms being his only company. Sacrificing the truth of himself for Robin wasn’t a hardship. Nowadays, it’s second nature. He hardly even remembers what he looks like in his half and full forms. But he does know a half dragon, half elf is too conspicuous to ever be seen as Robin. It would be all too easy to connect the dots between such a rare hybrid and Tim Drake. 

Even just the thought of breaking his glamors, in public no less, is enough to make his heart race and his palms sweat but his bond is screaming familiar in danger over and over again as pain dances along every nerve. Tim can’t see any other way to neatly wrap up the mess Jason has created. From his vantage point perched on a billboard across the street from a nondescript warehouse on the southside of the docks, Tim counts at least fifty heavily armed mercenaries and one Red Hood.

Jason is powerful. Incredibly so, but everyone has their limits. The relative stability of Tim’s fused magics, his more prominent elven blood making the powerhouse magic of his dragon side more docile, compared to the volatile churning of Jason’s does come with the perk of not needing contact with his familiar as often. Which is all the better since Jason has made himself scarce since their last meeting. He’s posited that Jason likely doesn’t enjoy the same benefit given the incendiary nature of his magic, where the demon side reigns supreme and feeds, feeds, feeds off the magic of the witch. 

He can’t imagine what state Jason is in. Tim had already drafted a plan to hunt Jason down again for his own damn good. 

Now he’s being forced to speed up his timetable and make what seems like an impossible choice. Fifty guys, most likely armed with bullets and magic themselves, is something Robin can’t handle with a handicapped Red Hood. The thought of calling in Batman and Nightwing for back up rankles. There would be no hiding the bond with him and Jason close to one another, not from Bruce and, by extension, from Dick who serves as his familiar. Tim isn’t ready to share this part of himself yet. It’s a tender, open wound Jason tore open again, a weakness he hasn’t created a workaround for yet. 

Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t, though. 

Heaving a long, weary sigh, Tim straightens up and hops down off the billboard while casting a temporary veil of invisibility over himself. With deft fingers, Tim does the latches on the Robin uniform and stuffs them into a cache stored inside the defunct AC unit nearby. Left with nothing but his undershirt and tights, Tim stands at the edge of the roof and grimaces. He can feel the swell of magic bubbling under his skin, equally soothing and irritating the pain channeling through the bond into him. 

Man, he really hopes he isn’t making a terrible mistake. 

Mind already made up, Tim shoves away his self-doubt and leaps off the roof with his arms spread. He closes his eyes and wipes away the haze of the glamors while pulling on his own magic to wrap around himself. To embrace himself and what he truly is. It’s pain and relief rolled into one, like scratching an itch viciously enough to bleed. His skin ripples and stretches, bones breaking down and knitting back together while muscle and sinew stretch to accommodate. As much as it sucks, because it does, Tim feels freer than he does swinging from his grapple through Gotham’s skies. 

He wants to laugh but it comes out as a chuff because of his snout. His paws slam into the concrete of the road, claws digging in and ripping it up. Bounding towards the warehouse, Tim decides to go for shock and awe. Most people don’t expect a full-fledged dragon to run into them head on. He knows even as a drake he's on the smaller side for dragons and doesn't have the added bulk wings would give his silhouette. Still, a dragon no matter the sub-type is a dragon and their reputation as an apex predator has been well earned in and out of the magic community.

Running on four legs is weird, especially with the unwieldy weight of his tail thumping clumsily against the ground behind him, so Tim stumbles the first couple steps but he settles into a loping run as he closes the distance between himself and the warehouse. The spines along the top of his head and down his spine shift with each powerful push of his legs. By the time he’s throwing himself bodily into the wooden bay doors of the warehouse, Tim has even managed to wrangle his tail into some semblance of order so it's not throwing off his balance so badly. 

The wood gives way easily, no match for Tim’s plated scales and thick hide. He skids across the warehouse floor, claws leaving gouges in his wake. Everything inside the building stops as Tim settles in the center of the room. No one so much as moves, too busy gaping at Tim to fire their guns and shoot off a burst of magic. His inner elf wants to preen at the stunned attention but Tim squashes the stupid impulse. 

Instead, he roars into the silence of the warehouse. The sound of it reverberates off the glass of the windows, completely destroying the ones closest to Tim. Tim’s tail swings back and forth agitatedly as he bears his teeth. The deep black of his smooth scales explode into a brief starburst of color when the light catches them like he’s been armored with plates of black opal. Tim rears his head back and roars with his whole chest this time as his tail slams into the floor and cracks the concrete.

The first roar was an announcement of his presence. The second is a warning to stay away from what is his.

[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

Day 7 — Birthday / Anniversary ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Submission for @minthe-drawings #BaxterMCWeek!

MC: Ai/Sky

[songofwizardry]

i want to know what the fuck has been going on in the cerberus assembly that has led to ludinus da'leth being able to cast a 9th level dunamancy spell (raveous void). the implications are fascinating. their beacon research/reverse engineering dunamancy has really been going well huh.

[alc0h0lic0]

Okay, I MANAGED TO FINISH IT! WOAH. I MEAN, I HAVEN'T THOUGHT I WOULD, BUT HERE I AM!!! >_<

[niki-the-cat]

My first art piece in 2024 is this guy

He's so ugly

I love him :3

[fanonical]

if season 20 of doctor who came out now, turlough would be a tumblr sexyman and you can not convince me otherwise

[demonspeeding666]

My Battle jacket is done yesterday yay

[teaboot]

Yall remember when I made a post about how I wanted to splice my favourite jackets together, but was scared or just ruining them?

Yeah I'm almost done

[esseastri]

Latest in bookbinding: THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone.

I’ve been wanting to fancy-up a copy of this book since I got my hands on the ARC, way back in 2019, and finally felt brave enough to try it. And I am PLEASED.

All the items on the back cover are things Red and Blue made letters out of. I found the most perfect marble paper for the endpapers. It took me a solid week to design and draw up all the details. And I love it so much (even the lil imperfection on the spine).

Anyway, I'm having fun, I hope you enjoy this, too!

[wizzard890]

what's up nerds, in January I made a resolution that I would take up knitting, and here is my first completed project: a baby blanket for my very well-timed new niece, modeled here by Roswell.

2024 has been uhhhhh a hell of a year for your girl thus far and it turns out that transforming yarn into fabric is great for stress, so brace yourself for approximately one thousand sweaters.