#SO MANY COOL PROJECTS

[teddybearty]

So uh…Last Defense Academy, huh? ❤️🖤🤍

[mayasaura]

I don't wanna further hijack that poor poll, but the thing about Harrow's schizophrenia is that it's canon. The author has confirmed it, and shared that it's based on her own experience.

It's a pretty obscure bit of canon, so of course there's no shame in not already knowing, but that's why I'm so obnoxiously persistent about letting people know.

Whatever else is up with Harrow, autism or cptsd or any number of likely headcanons, she is also schizophrenic. I feel like that's too important to be handwaved away as a difference of opinion.

[rambles-about-minecraft-ocs]

one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible

like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that

[agentc0rn]

Found a really cool trend from twitter that I wanted to share on here, basically has to do with form changes in relation to the abilities of each pokemon! I thought of going with Volcarona as it is one of my favs. The Flame Body ability was pretty straightforward to work with, which I made Volcarona's body entirely in flames except for its thorax and little mandibles.

I had more difficulty with the swarm, but decided to add more wings to give off an illusion of sorts, more so a mimicry of the swarm movement (alternatively, they reflect the solar flares). I added small random moths cuddling Volcarona, joined with hovering yellow ones that were allured by its warmth and light (moths like warm places!)

Had tons of fun with this :)

Thank you and credits to @n0rtist for the wonderful idea/trend!

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/n0rtist/752603925067268096?source=share

[drieddpetals]

i just want to remind everyone that, since the grishaverse is kinda sorta based on the victorian era, and since wealthy victorian families dressed their toddlers (girls or boys) in dresses, and wylan was very wealthy growing up, there are definitely family portraits in existence of baby wylan wearing one of those goofy ass victorian baby dresses

[herzspalter]

I think I've never shared the artwork I did, so here's all the illustrations I did for the Transformers Animated Season 4 script reading from TFN 2019!

They got almost the entire original cast back together to read these episodes, so if you haven't seen it yet, the whole thing is on youtube!

[delinquentsofberk]

Introducing our silly httyd ocs!

A cute little idea spiraled into 72 pages worth of lore, a plethora of art, animatics, blurbs, and brainrot. We are so normal about all of them.

Here’s the *cast:

Hilditonn (Hildi), she/her - @midoristeashop

Lodinhofdi (Loafie), she/he - @jackshiccup

Klaufi, she/her - @vindikaetion

Tafi, (she/her) - @secretsivekept

Rowan, (she/her) - @bignostalgias

Opna, (they/them) - @alkalinefrog

Njótr, (he/him) - @santathegrey

Askr, (he/him) - @jjackfrost

Birk, (he/him) - @yanleafy

Kastandrazi (Drazi), (she/her), - @droptoposmosis

Katla, (any) - @hawwokitty

Fiadh, (she/her) - @sweeetcheeese

[redacted] - @twiafom

*bolded names are what we use the most for them lol

Anyway get ready for content

[rexecutioner]

Mystreet au but it’s just the comfort no hurt mcd spin off where everyone isn’t a descendent or reincarnation of their mcd selves and are just happy and content with their lives, and Minecraft Diaries is a dnd campaign that Garroth runs for his friends (main party consisting of Aphmau, Vylad, Laurance and Nicole, and eventually Dante, Travis, kinda Zane, and Katelyn join them)

“Ok Vylad, roll to shoot Zenix.”

“…nat 1.”

“Vylad shoots Brendan in the chest. Roll damage.”

”Aphmau, roll to hit with disadvantage.”

“WHY DISADVANTAGE!?”

“You are trying to kill a demon warlock. THE Demon Warlock. The guy keeping you trapped on this island. Alone. By yourself.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. *rolls* NAT 20!!”

“…..you got him. Roll damage :( ”

[sunlit-mess]

WHAT’S YOUR ELDRITCH LUCIFER’S PERSONALITY LIKE?? Sorry if this question makes no sense

Tbh I cooked up a whole narrative for it (because I'm dying to fill non-existent lore)... But it's so long and scattered so I'll yap about it someday.

Anyway, here are the ideas I revolve with:

All of these are just from random thoughts focusing on the ' BAD ' side + curiosity idk " my physical shell can be torn apart, smothered, stretched, bent by my own mind " (Angel Lucifer): Innocent face, underlying horror. (Canon/demon Lucifer): One body, that feels like two souls.

- somehow I can connect this with the ideas in Angel Luci's behavior LOL im too sleepy to fix a timeline for it atm.

Evil is a part of him that can't be erased so he learned to overcome it, but never fully accepted it. So upon his silly demeanor, beneath are the true reasons why he is banished from heaven. Sob story? Yeah, that's what they believe in...

Bro lives with this eternal punishment and I'm about to make that reason worse.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yeah so i'm falling for @weevmo's Guys... they're so neat! i dig their vibes and can't wait to see what Corduroy Stew is all about <3

[hiddencircus]

TSUKASA LAYOUTS! | requested by anon

renders from @/sekaitransparents likes & reblogs are appreciated! | reblog if use

[teatimecort]

my full piece for @conanredraw !!!! thank you so much for having me!

it's out now: go download here go go go everyone worked very hard and it shows!!

[ozzieinspacetime]

"Oh don't change the gender of Benedict's love interest! Sophie should be a girl!!!" Just because you are Annoying I hope Shonda makes him a man and I hope they get suuuuuper lovey dovey and gay with ZERO side plots. I hope Benedict gets a husband. I hope his queerness changes the entire narrative and they have to rewrite the start of Hyacinth's (?) love story because of it. Fuck you.

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[dewdropple]

Hi! I wanted to share a preview for the second story I wrote for @qsmpzine, At the End of the Potato Field, a story about how to become a warrior starring Chayanne and his inspiration, Technoblade!

The kickstarter's only open for a few more days! Check it out if you can!

Photo's text under the read more

Dad said he was the best warrior there was, telling old stories late at night when they were tucked under the covers. Chayanne could tell they were old from the way Phil’s eyes would crinkle with a fond smile or the sigh he’d give once he was done for the night.

And every story would be about Technoblade. About how he was so strong, he could clear out an entire army by himself. He was so skilled, he took over the world and ruled from a castle made of ice. And when he grew tired of fighting, he was so smart, he tricked a rival into losing a potato-growing contest.

He was the greatest, proven time and time again with every story Phil shared. The best part was, Dad said that he was a real guy, that walked and ate and roamed the Earth just like they did. With enough practice, he could be just as good, just as great, too.

And so he hoped that Techno also saw him dismantle the practice dummy. Because that’s where he lived, in the small shelter at the end of the potato field with the crates and the crown and the flowers and the bells.

Because Techno was a real warrior, a brave fighter, strong and tall. He could block out the sun with his shoulders alone. So mighty that one tough look would send bad guys running back home.

And Chayanne would become a warrior, just as great as Technoblade.

Maybe even the greatest warrior of them all.

[waywardsalt]

the only minecraft movie i want to see is the one i found on yt several years ago and have been trying to track down again ever since

edit: i think i finally found the video i was looking for. win