#and hopes that includes him

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[technically-human]

Payneland² 

[riptile]

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐏-𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 of zaterra were to be known for anything in the greater galaxy, it would be for their profound immensity. it monopolized every possible biome on the planet. even the poles were freezing vapors rose from noxious cauldrons of burning cold. trees with winding roots sunk deep into the soup sapped hot-blooded creatures dead, feeding their icy corpses to the virulent microbes that kept the strange waters in a state of ecological limbo. the rest of zaterra was no less surreal. a fathomless fortress of fathomless jungle made terrestrial travel a slow and dangerous process. even waterways bubbled with growth, plumes of ancient rot bursting in deadly clouds that choked.

      the most advanced agricultural technology struggled to tear a foothold in the mire. what great machines cleared in a day was replaced in half the time by the virulent soil. outworld farmers had to treat their soupy plots with dubious poisons to keep the native growth from returning so that their aquatic crops stood something of a chance.

      little surprise that the imperial remnants believed zaterra was an uninhabited world. what. besides frightening bacteria, could evolve in such loathsome conditions? conditions that were not conducive to sentient life, but proved invaluable to feeding a secret army. imperial biologist discovered a plethora of rapid-growing plants in the jungles. easily domesticated and edible for a majority of lifeforms. the imperials spent several agonizing years wrangling the swamps for agricultural supremacy, but the quantity produced at such incomprehensible speed made the blood-soaked effort worthy.

      cycle after cycle, zaterra was the remnant’s hideous gem. a backwater world on the outer rim, far from contemporary trade routes and hyperlanes. it wasn’t until the first order inherited the pungent heirloom, expanding deeper into the verdancy to feed their loyal worlds, that the invaders discovered the locals.

      she was different. syzoth had yet to see her, but tasting the air promised his instincts he was right. the acrid stench of plasteel didn’t cling to her skin like a bad shed. instead the outworlder smelled like an antsy afternoon basking in dappled sunlight. like most of the black-eyed invaders, the different one smelled human. but she moved through swamp without the inhibitions syzoth expected of her species. he followed her from the waterways, half submerged as an incandescent beam sliced through the opaque zaterran night with more ease than his meat-hook claws.

      the different one appeared an unstoppable force. if not for the ambush.

      the carapace commander was armed with a device that created an ear-splitting cry that scrambled the thoughts of naked heads. syzoth was forced to dive deep to mute the shrieks just enough to rescue his senses from a convulsive spike. when it was over, the saurian grappled with the muddy shoreline to discover his quarry was gone. taken away by the man-sized beetles. but he knew where they’d take her. he stalked the soldiers from the murky depths, breaking through the algae only to double check that his assumption was in the same direction as the distant shrill.

      passing through a bulky gate reinforced by a heavy door and a red, humming veil, the soldiers vanished with his quarry into their foul-smelling citadel. peevish bubbles ruptured the miry surface. syzoth dove into the watery undergrowth, his stiff tail propelling him forward in powerful, side-to-side strokes. he knew another way, an awful way. grime-caked sewers ran like a hellish maze underneath the complex, supplying rot rich irrigation while pumping refuse back into the swamp. the first and only time syzoth ever navigated the matrix of filth, he’d nearly succumbed to its uneven flow channels, choking on its soup several times before escaping with only a gasp left of life.

      now he only hope he remembered the way.

      easy enough to climb the stunted waterfall that discarded unwanted waste into the surrounding ecosystem. meathook claws left defiant scars along the stone chute leading into the sewer’s nexus. the water level throughout was uneven. some channels were shallow, some plunged deep into vacuums. the air was too pungent, too stagnant to nurture smells other than the foul. impossible even for a saurian’s keen predatory senses. he followed sounds of the flow instead, its echoes and plummets, against rock and steel. the saurian used his skin too, studying the currents rolling across osteoderms, to decipher the way to where he was certain the first order would hold their captive.

      syzoth’s heart pumped wildly in his chest. the illusion of the passages’ narrow walls collapsing inward urged him closer to reckless impatience. when he thought his skull might explode, the saurian slid on his belly down a chute and dropped into a deep tank. the water was slightly cleaner here, ridding his scales of several layers of odor as he dived. down, down, down till the his sight bred for total darkness was blinded by the pitch. there were openings in the wall, just wide enough for him to squeeze through. syzoth had a single chance to pick the correct one. minutia in the water guided him through an opening that delved further into the earth.

      suddenly, the tunnel slanted at an aggressive angle upwards. a fast moving column shooting from a grate on the bottom shot his body like a blow dart. all his focus, straining behind pounding eyes, went to pushing himself off walls before the geyser-like force splattered him against them. finally, when syzoth thought his lungs would explode, he was spat into a cubical reservoir in a forgotten part of the citadel’s prison.

      build-up scraped under enormous claws as syzoth hoisted himself from the water. pressing his belly to the floor, he stalked through the holding cells. vermin made up the prison’s living occupants. nibbling the molds that grew on the damp, or the carcasses of saurian slaves stacked unceremoniously. syzoth didn’t avert his eyes. instead he counted each brother and sister that melted together in an amalgamation of decay.

      finally he found the only occupied cell. the whole room was flooded with a tiny, constant ringing. for first few seconds, it was hardly noticeable. but the longer syzoth was exposed, the more difficult it became to focus. he hunted the source of the brain-numbing nuisance. he scaled the walls, ripping apart a speaker hidden in the ceiling.

      his gular sac vibrated with an irritated gurgle when he realized there was more than one hidden around the room. syzoth unlatched his claws, dropping back to the floor. he found the camouflaged control panel, tearing off its door to reveal a crisis of multi-colored veins. his scaly head cocked. a bemused urrrrrhrr trickled through his exposed teeth. there was no time to guess what everything meant, and his lean command of basic no doubt would serve him poorly if he attempted to ask the prisoner for help. instead, thick keratinous raked through the veins as if they were the intestines of a k'ek'en. sparks cackled at his brutish attack. the air reeked of singed flesh when the petulant buzz ceased.

      syzoth shook his head, relieved. but the red veil barring the cell still hummed with life. with a snort, the saurian continued, ripping another talon full of electrical viscera. with hiss, the veil was banished, leaving behind only a set of sturdy bars between the captive and freedom.

      cautiously, the saurian crawled towards the cell. he knew nothing of the prisoner’s species, couldn’t even guess how adept his quarry's vision was in such abysmal lightning. mindful steps avoided menacing clacks from his hooked talons. syzoth stopped a snout-length away from the bars, studying the figure on the other side. tilting his great head, syzoth chuffed to the silhouette a watery greeting.

@graysistance

[chez-cinnamon]

The previous comic about GM! Kinger's origins is on hold for now, but I'm definitely gonna come back to it - but for now NEW COMIC!! Hopefully this one will get done quicker and be fun bc it's an idea I've been stewing up in my head for WEEKS,,,,, feels great to get it down on paper!! I love you so much, Caine "I suck at my own adventures" Nouvel <3 ( Part 1 - Part 3 )

[ruporas]

the interest check for the max vash plushie is finally available! he's the same size as his buddy wolfwood and comes with numerous accessories. there's more photos on the form itself, including what the current sample looks like.

if you're interested in him, please fill out the form here!

[finnoahsource]

looks as though will byers' story might be officially finished filming, and noah wrapped today (or he slipped on an early draft post :') we'll see). wasn't expecting the reality to hit and I know it'll hit even harder when he posts properly 🥺💛

[elijahuh]

LET'S BUCKSHOT THIS PARABLE, BABEY

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

Just a reminder that this is how we see Pina from Legoshi's point of view

Bro's divine

[bats-and-the-birds]

My brain has latched onto thinking about the Batkids and their relationship to hugs when it comes to Bruce, so here's we go:

Dick got hugs by force and trickery. He was used to being held, and he wasn't willing to give that up. He flung himself through the air enough times that he trained Bruce to catch him, then clung to his neck and wouldn't let himself be put down. He demanded bedtime hugs, and off to school hugs, and good luck hugs. Bruce never offered them to him freely. Now, as an adult, Dick still has to request hugs. It's easy to get them, but they're never freely given. Bruce expects him to ask. Dick wishes he didn't have to.

Jason got hugs regularly. He was too skittish to ask, but Bruce remembered how Dick required physical affection, and transfers that to Jason without much thought about it. Jason appreciates it, cries about it, laughs about it. Hugs make him feel safe, and like he belongs. Later, after he dies, after he comes back, after things calm down, Bruce would still hug without being asked if Jason let him. He can see it in the way that Bruce's fingers twitch towards him when he comes near. He doesn't let him. Maybe one day he will.

Tim doesn't get hugs. They're not freely offered, and he doesn't know to ask. He doesn't think about it. He tells himself that it's okay that he watched the two before him (both at Wayne galas and on dark Gotham rooftops) get picked up and squeezed, wrapped in large arms that made them look small. He tells himself that that's not what he's there for. When he's older, long after he's no longer Robin, Bruce hugs him on one innocuous afternoon in the manor. Tim breaks down crying and doesn't stop for two hours. Bruce hugs him more often after that.

Damian doesn't understand hugs. At first. They're offered to him, stiffly, by his father, but he shies away and Bruce stops trying after awhile. It's Dick that really makes him understand. About affection. About family. For a while, Dick is the only person he lets hug him. One day though, after his Bruce comes back, Damian walks up to him with his arms held awkwardly out and lets himself enjoy his father's embrace for the first time. It doesn't feel like Grayson's, but maybe that's okay.

Cass figures out hugs eventually. She doesn't know how to go about it at first. She doesn't know if she's allowed. Eventually, though, she figures out that all she has to do is wrap her arms around Bruce's torso, and he'll let her. He'll squeeze her back and carefully brush her hair into place. She's never felt a touch that gentle before, and she quickly decides she likes it. She makes it a habit, and now, Bruce lifts his arms to make space for her if she's anywhere nearby.

Duke is a little awkward about hugs. For a while, he gets pats on the back for a job well-done, and that's about it. He doesn't know if he can ask for more. One day, he decides, to hell with it, and bear hugs Bruce out of the blue. Bruce grunts in surprise, but hugs him back with matched strength. He's not awkward about it after that.

Steph will claim she doesn't like hugs. Not from Bruce, anyway. She has plenty of other people to hug, she doesn't need him. Still, if she's upset, or if she's hurt, she can drop her head against his chest and he'll wrap her in his arms. Not for long. Never for long. But enough. And he won't bring it up the next time she claims that she doesn't need anything from him.

[lunarcrown]

Haha bravo’s new hels sponsor am I right……???

[merverelli]

"you just feel yourself let go."

still thinking about this episode. man. 💪💥

[egophiliac]

What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333

I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.

and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like

this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways

[saturnerens]

every whizzer outfit !!

[astralibrary]

@idak04 happy holidays, i was your @natsume-ss this year! you mentioned liking the dogs' circle's antics so here they are (with a few friends) all tuckered out after a long day of fun and games ❤️

i hope you like it, and have a happy new year!! 💖

closeups!

[linkedin-offficial]

to be fair, i wouldnt buy that someone was doing laundry at 3am either

[hinamie]

hhmmmmm uh im dusting the cobwebs off my brain trying 2 come up w something interestinf uhh.......anything non spoiler-y you can discuss w regards to geto in the atla au perchance?

hi rin !!!!! tysm fr sending i hope u r doing well <3

atla geto lore fr u courtesy of sam:

he's a waterbender from the northern water tribe. he can bloodbend but finds it distasteful

he gave gojo the betrothal necklace/proposed to him when they were 20 (all of the adult characters are aged up in the fic vs jjk canon ages)

all of his decisions are driven by a desire to lighten the burden placed on gojo's shoulders

aaaaand atla geto draws fr u courtesy of Me :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums