#again. i guess

[d0ubledarez]

i still need to figure out how to draw his new hair

og under the cut

[ballads-of-breeze]

ALSO THIS

[pixxyofice]

I love this fucking family so much. by the way.

[wolvierinez]

thr cycleeeeeeeeeee

[redlionknc]

I’ve done quite a few Solo Dives at this point and I do think the game could benefit from having some more locations. In my mind I’m thinking more areas inspired by areas that were in the previous games— I’d personally love to see spots reminiscent of Great Aqua Cave or Mo’ia Atoll, among other areas

[crimeronan]

i fell fully asleep less than two hours after taking adderall (thanks chronic fatigue) and had this INTENSELY detailed terrifying very sad apocalypse-styled dream about hunter and luz and belos and eda. the premise was that belos had begun consuming the magic of anyone and everyone & luz hunter and eda were among the only survivors thus far.... eventually eda and luz were both captured & eda found lilith's body and then thought that luz was dead due to hearing her screams abruptly cut off & she just. gave up. hunter ended up rescuing and dragging luz out of the castle but was tracked down by amplifier-sniffing beafts that could smell the galderstone heart. except this happened over a very long drawn-out period of persistence hunting wherein hunter and luz were both trying to outrun said beafts but. couldn't. bc of their terminator-style endurance. then hunter started flagging because of physical exhaustion combined with bad chronic illness fatigue due to all the magic around him being drained & finally we got to a scene where luz was just kind of helplessly dragging his body behind her which of course was not sustainable. finally she had to abandon him and hide when they were hunted down and then all she heard was like a sustained five minutes of hunter's hysterical screaming and pleading followed by dead silence. and then i woke up like. b..... bwuh....??

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead

[cvsette]

Clicked on an article from the anthropology subreddit about loneliness and was immediately blasted into oblivion by this opening paragraph

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[puppppppppy]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[hansoeii]

head empty, no thoughts. just turtleneck crowley

[dinoserious]

a few shadow gira sketches

[punkcherries]

[chalkrub]

dinosaur in a lab coat - would you trust her with operating the centrifuge