#OH IM GOING TO DIE

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

[ID: A digital painting of John and Arthur from Malevolent based on the classic painting, A Meeting on the Turret Stairs. Appearing to be set in Medieval times, Arthur is a lean man with pale skin and brown hair, dressed in a knight's shirt emblazoned with The King In Yellow's symbol. There is a sword in a scabbard around his waist. John is a figure with a flat face hidden beneath a pallid mask, and dark limbs with clawed fingers. He wears a long, yellow robe that conceals the rest of his body. John is ascending the turret stairs, while Arthur is descending. As they pass, Arthur has caught John's arm, and is pressing a kiss to it while John turns his face away, his eyes closed. End ID.]

an embrace on the staircase - a meeting on the turret stairs

[ctrlzxoo]

ROUND 7: amongst a sea of green, is a glimpse of snow

Bonus: happy end(?)

[aledethanlast]

I know I've made this post before but it absolutely fucking kills me that Andrew's entire outlook on life was "I just have to hold on until I drag Aaron across the finish line," only for Kevin to swoop in and, between fits of hysterical sobbing, somehow still find the time to insist that Andrew has a great life ahead of him, and the breath to belligerently dismiss anybody who argues, especially Andrew.

No wonder they're so antagonistic. No wonder they're best friends. Suddenly Andrew is the one getting dragged to the finish line. If Kevin is wrong, then he's covered in mud for nothing. If he's right, then the finish line is much, much further away than just graduation.

[sparrowchute]

chat how are we feeling

[icyfox17]

@mbirnsings-71

you were not born with venom in your veins.

you learned it. you learned it.

[hinamie]

idk about yall but life is good again

[spaciebabie]

papyrus does his taxes ☹☹☹☹☹

[mblue-art]

and then we unceremoniously get shoved into a closet for 7 mins after the game (😳)

(based on this)

[dangerous-drabbles]

since this is finally happening, posting this here!

my fic: 'it was futile' upcoming competitor: 'our future days' by @cryptidpandas

go check them out before you vote! incredibly excited to be included here /gen

APOCALYPSE GENRE BRACKET

To kick off this party, were starting off with the apocalypse genre!!

our competitors arrree

@just-this-once-ao3 with ‘Just this once, everybody lives’

@led-astraypeepaw with ‘Led astray’

@magpiecrown with ‘KOSMARA’

@Daboyau with ‘Eat the Dark’

@dangerous-advantage with ‘It was futile’

@cryptidpandas with ‘Our future days’

and last, but not least,

@AlextheNerdBird with ‘Uprising’

If any of the authors wish to change anything, please send an ask or DM!! @s on the discord server should work aswell :)

OK WE’LL START SOON!!!

[mechanicalinfection]

He gets a little quirky at night.

[baalzebufo]

miscellaneous gideon related doodles ive been doing over the past few days bc my brainrot has set in and its unfortunately terminal. some things:

so ghost-eyes sticks around in gideons life, as do the other prison buddies of his. theyre actually a shockingly good influence. despite being willing to commit crimes whenever, they bring a sort of temperance to gideons more. insane thought processes that stops him from doing anything TOO horrible these days. ghost-eyes especially is his hench-uncle. hes a good egg

also some older gids doodles... he wasnt sure if the pines would ever want to hang out w him after the events of that summer but time smooths over some things. hes capable of being normal around her now but he'd be lying if he said he didnt still have a little flame in his heart when it came to mabel

also do you think he ever just remembers something he did as a kid and is like Hey What The Hell Was That About. because thats the funniest mental image to me. sitting up in bed and going 'ten years ago I made a giant robot'

what a life you live

[shhroomer]

I love this orange airpod

[7lizardsinacoat]

"Don't kill me. I'm not a nerdy prude. I'm not a loser!" "Of course not, Richie. But you have lost. Everything."

A digital painting of Richie Lipschitz from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Welcome to the emotional devastation station that is my son.

Don't ask me how many times I fully repainted this. Details under the cut! (Also tumblr hates quality so click the image for better quality)

Shout out to @to-our-own-fairytale for letting me bounch ideas off of them and both them and @roanawayspoons chatting with me about npmd

also @roanawayspoons got jokingly mad at me for painting a bunch of details into the shirt and then covering them up so here they are

[dirt-str1der]

They made hyoga look so much cooler in the anime hes just standing there , in the manga theyre all dripping wet and bedraggled and senku is dying as usual

[cerealmonster15]

i want jamiazu + idikei to go on a double date so badly i think the vibes would be So Very Turbulent

[babybells123]

No but you don’t understand . I need Jonsa to be a tangled mess of depravity and tenderness. Grief haunting them - the ghosts of their past connecting them in some irrevocable way, because perhaps that’s the only way they know how to bond - initially, at the very least. Estranged but bursting with love but not knowing how to show it because ‘we were never close.’ But Sansa used to teach me courtesy, and Jon used to sneak me lemon cakes when no one was watching. I love you so much but I feel as if you’re a stranger to me and I don’t know how to change that. Do you wish it was arya who walked through those gates or I should have been a better brother to you, I should have ridden north for you. Please just let me hold you in my arms until our hardened hearts soften again. Until something ineffable develops. And to their horror, they realise this raw and fresh and beautiful (damaged) bond that they have created. And then comes the angst. The yearning. The unspoken words. Religious disillusionment. Inadequacy. Shame shame shame. Understanding slowly burning brighter, until they realise how similar they actually are and oh my god , you were there the whole time and I never even realised. But she was radiant and glowed brighter than any star in the sky, how could I not ??? Now give me your hands and I’ll kiss your fingers one by one, I’ll gentle each tip the way you’ve deserved. And I’m here, I see you. I’m not leaving, but gods am I a vile being. Look at how this world has corrupted me.