#Super excited for this

[alienfangs-mov]

Ethan Winters cosplay is coming along

[ratseathumans]

totally not making something that’s about 4? 3? late teens (19? If that’s counts, also the beer bottle is..just what stone drinks) that names are: Vixie(girl) Maxine(girl) Bailey(boy) and sometimes August. and it’s totally not based off my group in real life, and it’s called Misty Groves because it’s a small town in Seattle, and since I view Seattle as misty (I always saw it as misty because, most of the times I was there was for my little sister that was in the hospital) also did I mention they were..lower high class? Like..they live in a shed and get stuff from Walgreens. The timeline is 2010..

Ignore the old drawing behind it, that was 2019 me.

(Vixie is the top one, she’s inspired by my friend who I’m not gonna name but she’s chaotic and will fight anyone for me and (name) and I swear she has the most random stuff, (that’s how I got my username, it was from her.) and she always wears a damn blue beanie and her *SCHOOL NAME* t-shirt with blue jeans. The left bottom one is a random oc, but then the right one is inspired by a boy that’s a friend I have, and he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever met, always holding open doors for other people, cleans the rooms before and after class, and overall is a sweetheart and deserves the world.)

Art inspired by this photo:

By @zeddyzi

(Don’t ask how I got Misty Grove as a name.)

sorry for the yapping

[charlotterenaissance]

🔊 attention kids in the hall fans here on tumblr!

the amazing @magentagalaxies has in zir possession a little-known movie from 1987 written by paul bellini (with extra material from scott thompson) with mark mckinney by the name of hayseed and i'm going to be making a discord server later so we can all do a watch party!

if anyone's interested in joining just shoot me a message or reply/reblog this letting me know, and i'll send out the invites tomorrow night so we can start planning a time for us all to watch

oh, and happy bellini day! 🥂

[justsasuke]

OK friends, you know what season it is. Team Taka Matsuri is upon us and it's going to be great!!

For anyone who may new here: Team Taka Matsuri is a mini event spanning 2-3 days over Sasuke's birthday where fans of Team Taka get to share their art, writing, thoughts, or whatever they want (just no hate, plz).

This year it's going to be super chill. I will post a prompt list BUT unlike the last two years it won't be a requirement to follow it. Prompts will be there for those who like having them but feel free to do whatever you want!! it's what Team Taka would want

If you don't want to post it on your blog: No worries, you can send me your thoughts in a message. I'll share anything as long as it aligns with the kind of stuff I usually post (pro Sasuke, pro team taka, no hate etc. is a must)

If you want to submit a prompt: Please do Any and all ideas are welcome and if I don't use them this year, they'll be saved for next year.

Lastly: I really want this even to be fun so let's be sure to interact with other people's posts for this event too. Comment, reblog, spam your faves (with their permission ofc) Also be sure to tag your posts and reblogs with #TeamTakaMatsuri and #TeamTakaEvent so people can search through the tags and see all the good content!

[emberlyric]

Finalizing Anomaly designs so I can start posting lil comics soon :D :D

[catchatter]

First test look at my new paws! They’ll get some appliqué and additional shaving after I finish getting the fur out of the seams.

[deaths-blooming-lament]

💀:|| I wanted to excuse in advance for any absence for the next few weeks! I am in the process of pre-orders for my own art so if I am sporadic or sparse that is why.

[pengwenstudios]

Monitor comics is doing a manga may challenge. I will try my best to participate since I call myself a comic artist but have made no comics for the public, I do have some stuff in the works but it is on hold for now. For those curious about this challenge I have a link right here

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I am so excited!

[opt1gan]

:)

[putrid-tongue]

— STARTER FOR @leg0lais ( && most unlikely meetings. )

the  years  drag  on  &&  with  them,  mordú  feels  reborn.  HE  MUST  TRANSFORM—  lest  he  lose  his  sanity.  certain  thoughts  his  conscious  will  never  dwell  upon,  always  so  mindful  of  the  peril  they  would  bring.  surely  he  would  burn  if  he  touched  upon  them  in  passing,  idle  thoughts—  and  be  consumed  by  pyres  of  guilt.  mordú  had  been  too  greedy,  𝖆𝖓𝖉  𝖆𝖑𝖑  𝖙𝖔𝖔  𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖑𝖞  𝖍𝖆𝖉  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖐  𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓  𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉  𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖆𝖑��𝖆𝖗  𝖔𝖋  𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖆𝖗.  bled  by  his  own  hands,  in  wanton  pursuits  that  would  find  fulfillment  only  in  his  own  heart.  ne'er  had  he  felt  thus.  no  wine  or  other  idle  pleasures  could  intoxicate  mordú  quite  like  the  monstrous  power  zigûr's  teachings  evoked  within.  swept  up  by  the  sanguine  current,  he  had  allowed  to  be  carried  by  its  warmth  until  it  had  been  too  late.

by  his  own  hand,  and  even  if  he  had  contributed  naught  more  but  a  finger  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things,  had  anadûnê  been  destroyed.  moored  upon  middle  earth's  shores,  he  had  felt  the  rumble  of  the  world  disc  beneath,  felt  it  bend  and  shift  and  shudder  as  reality  was  remade  by  One  Will.  what,  then,  had  been  left  but  tread  the  path  he  had  chosen?  as  ever,  the  only  way  would  be  forward  &&  he  would  take  from  sauron  what  he  can.  &&  with  the  passing  of  decades,  the  halls  of  his  mind  would  dim  and  darken,  turn  to  hatred  and  twisted,  ignoble  ideals.  fervent  heart  desires  nothing  more  than  to  see  the  valar  thwarted,  them  and  all  of  their  celestial  host.  to  see  MEN  FREED  OF  THEM,  now  and  forevermore.  it  is  a  thought  that  keeps  him  sane,  within  the  sanctity  of  his  own  mind—  whilst  all  else  within  decays.

mordú's  time  is  often  divided  between  focusing  his  attention  upon  many  regions  around  the  sea  of  rhûnaer  &&  haradwaith,  where  he  labors  to  sway  people's  hearts  to  sauron,  away  from  the  powers  of  the  earth—  and  prolonged  stays  within  the  halls  of  his  master's  exile  upon  dol  guldur.  ever  more  is  there  to  learn,  both  body  and  mind  pushed  to  the  brink  of  shattering.  in  turn,  he  does  become  privy  to  his  lord's  designs,  rising  as  a  servant  who  lacks  compare  in  both  tenacity,  and  cruelty.

mounted  atop  his  great  black  stallion  agannâlô,  mordú  trusts  the  steed  to  steer  him  safely  through  greenwood's  dark  labyrinth.  he  means  not  to  travel  'neath  the  lightless  boughs  for  long,  fearful  of  its  enchanted  depths  where  elves  tread—  and  mindful  of  the  spiders  that  have  settled  where  sauron's  darkness  taints  ancient  roots.  a  baleful  brood  that  cannot  be  swayed,  nor  be  reasoned  with.  ever  are  their  minds  turned  to  the  hunt,  and  to  cruel  games.  mordú  had  learned  that  lesson  and  seeks  no  repeat  of  it.  riding  south,  he  means  to  break  free  of  this  oppressive  labyrinth  and  cross  the  brown  lands  instead,  where  familiar  ways  would  take  him  back  into  the  east.

but  he  must  have  lost  his  way,  or  the  spiders  have  strayed  from  their  chosen  dwellings  since  last  he  passed  thataway.  knowledgeable  in  both  ancient  &&  dark  tongues,  he  hears  their  chatter  above.

❛  no  elf.  ❜  ❛  no  orc  either.  ❜  ❛  nay,  a  man.  western  light  in  his  eyes  yet!  ❜  ❛  ah,  light?  i  see  it.  i  do  wish  to  taste  it,  for  myself.  ❜  ❛  for  us.  ❜  ❛  for  us.  ❜  ❛  carries  His  will,  however.  ❜  ❛  we  care  little  for  His  will,  never  have.  the  mother  never  did.  ❜  ❛  indeed,  indeed.  ❜

agannâlô's  ears  are  pressed  flat  to  his  head,  though  he  persists—  straight  and  fast  as  an  arrow.  servants  of  darkness  frighten  him  not,  for  he  was  born  in  the  very  same.  looking  over  his  shoulder,  mordú's  eyes  seek  the  shadowed  branches  to  make  out  their  pursuers.  there,  like  shadows  themselves.  great  arachnids  of  long  limbs  and  swollen  bodies,  moving  with  worrying  quickness  from  branch  to  branch,  tree  to  tree.  nigh  soundless,  safe  for  the  occasional  click  of  hard  limbs.  ❛  i  commandeth  thee  stay  back.  word  of  my  tongue  will  tear  thee  limb  from  limb  as  surely  as  thy  fangs  rend  flesh.  test  me  not,  and  return  whence  thou  came.  ❜  mordú  receives  no  answer,  though  the  click  of  mandibles  may  very  well  be  interpreted  as  laughter.

ducking  low  against  his  steed's  neck,  mordú  labors  to  evade  low-hanging  branches  and  brambles  that  tear  at  his  clothes  and  rip  his  skin.  the  forest  is  closing  in  &&  it  slows  them  down  substantially.  remaining  in  the  saddle  will  prove  folly  like  this,  he  may  be  snatched  up  at  any  moment.  steadying  himself  in  the  stirrups,  mordú  bids  agannâlô  slow  down  just  enough  so  that  he  may  jump  aground,  the  stallion  rearing  as  he  does  and  whipping  his  head.  jagged  limbs  scuttle  through  shadows  his  eyes  strain  to  pierce,  stray  rays  of  nebulous  light  catching  within  lidless,  pitch-black  eyes.  so  many  eyes.  mordú  is  not  afraid  however,  he  never  is  these  days,  his  soul  long  deadened  to  such  nuanced  notions.  drawing  his  sword,  he  brings  down  the  wrath  of  his  tongue  upon  them  as  he  had  promised,  words  black  as  tar  rolling  from  a  mouth  that  agonizes  and  rips  with  the  power  of  them.  but  they  are  quick,  and  he  is  outnumbered  one  to  eight.

while  still  caught  up  in  the  weight  of  his  incantation,  one  of  the  perilous  beasts  had  snuck  up  behind  him,  it's  stinger  a  hot  sensation  between  his  shoulder  blades.  poison  so  potent  that  it  hardly  hurts,  stiffening  his  limbs  nigh  immediately.  the  vile  morgul  blade  falls  from  his  hand,  and  how  fortunate  that,  though  the  arachnid  is  much  more  careful  with  his  sagging  body.  caught  amongst  eight  sure  limbs,  he  is  wrapped  with  great  care  and  his  world  goes  dark.

[dashofmonsters]

I splurged and got some fun art heading this way

So I've commissioned one of my favorite artists again and she's working on drawing the werewolf triplets Bernard, Thomas and Logan and let me tell you... OMG I am so excited for this you guys, she has got them spot on.

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Mikes and Vanessas celebrate 10 years of FNAF!

[cor-lapis]

demo of all time