#and i would totally draw pictures for it

[fakakta-art]

its no longer hanukkah but i'm setting the record straight on the batboys latke preferences, re: this post

[frankenbuggee]

Pretty sure my art blog is now just becoming a Devious art blog.

Anyway have some old art from my phantom of the opera fixation time. With a redraw from the 1990 phantom of the opera of Devious.

Also big fan of drawing characters into pictures.

[herebecritters]

Scrapbooking title cards and intros ~

[clownpalette]

Tmk matching pfps

Was planning on rendering them but got lazy so I guess not 💀💀

I made them for fun, if anyone wants to actually use them you can 😊😊

[spocks-kaathyra]

Nal in Ming Dynasty hanfu!! just wanted to put my pretty girl in a pretty outfit

closeups below the cut :))

[pepperpixel]

got to see the total eclipse in person!!! heres some art commemorating that! cuz getting to watch 2 celestial bodies make out sloppy style was inspiring what can i say, also it was just rlly beautiful and cool and amazing to get to see ghg- but also! its like?? basically the moon finally getting the suns undivided attention... and thats got some vibes to it,, some energies... that i could not ignore lol.

[podcastingpineapple]

Palisade 60 warning.

LISTEN!!!! HEAR ME OUT!!!

MY TIN FOIL HAT IS SO FORM FITTING AND TRENDY!!

JOIN ME IN MY "WORST CASE SCENARIO"

I cannot be the only one who thought of her.

Who we have not heard of the whole season?

Who was Motion's rival?

Who refused Motion again and again?

Who was there, LITERALLY IN THE BEAM, when Motion+Autonomy Itself got disperced into nanoparticles? Who must have gotten the biggest first dose of Kalmeria Ever?

Also.

Who is the best shot in Millenium Break?

[moreespressoformydepresso]

So I just realized something. More accurately I had a thought and I’m now typing it out hoping this isn’t a very commonly known Hunger Games factoid or something that I was too stupid to see earlier. This is the cornucopia from the 75th hunger games:

Now, maybe I’m insane. That’s a very real possibility, as is evidenced by this whole blog and its contents. However…

Is it just me or does this kinda resemble rubble?

Mental, shiny, and very stylized though it may be, it kind of looks like slabs of something that fell from above and landed in a pile. It only vaguely resembles a cornucopia. The end of an actual cornucopia sticks fully into the air, with nothing below it supporting it because the weight of whatever food’s inside holds the front down. This cornucopia has at least one metal thing standing up to “support” the metal slabs creating the tail end. There’s also a piece of metal sticking into the air a bit away from the tail, making it look a little less cornucopia-shaped and a little more… natural looking? Like the metal was dropped from the sky and the gamemakers let it remain where it fell. It looks a lot like, say, a ceiling that collapsed and had several beams fall conveniently in the middle of the island. Just spitballing here…

For reference, this is the cornucopia from the 74th games:

It’s a lot more simple and I do mean a lot. Very clearly a cornucopia, kind of pointy for “aesthetics” but still one shape. The tail is completely off the ground and nothing’s really sticking out of it. It has angles, yes, but they’re very clearly there to make it a little more stylish. It’s smooth and clearly man-made.

Now, you could argue that the 75th cornucopia was meant to look more special because it’s essentially an all-stars season for the child murder games. The tributes were celebrities in the most fucked up way ever, so of course the cornucopia was gonna be flashy, but the 50th games had a gold cornucopia so I’m sure the gamemakers could have come up with something more fancy. A bejeweled cornucopia or something, with gemstones and a more expensive look to it.

However, as we all know, the whole point of the third quarter quell was to kill Katniss. What was Katniss for Snow again? Right, the memory of Lucy Gray coming back to haunt him more than five decades after her disappearance. In that context, him trying to kill Katniss is like him trying to kill Lucy Gray’s ghost in the arena. The same place he saved her from all those years ago, an action that nearly cost him his future. Now look at this image:

A bunch of slabs laid on top of each other that vaguely resemble the shape of a cornucopia. To me, the cornucopia from the 75th Hunger Games kind of looks like a metal, shiny, stylized version of this. Even that bit of metal sticking in the air away from the tail kind of looks like the rubble from the 10th games, which has two large chunks of ceiling sticking into the air. Almost like the gamemakers were intentionally trying to replicate the 10th games, but with the vibes of the later games. Focused on performance, which is an element inspired by Lucy Gray.

Was Snow trying to symbolically kill Lucy Gray’s ghost by replicating the cornucopia she climbed on top of (in the movies) which led to her victory? Only to have her die from it this time around since the threats all start at the cornucopia?

[griseldabanks]

For the Let Me Count the Ways ask game, would you do 31. "I wish..." for Legolas and Gimli, please?

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

The westering sun glimmered through the golden leaves of Caras Galadhon, casting its dappled light upon the grass. The breeze that filtered through the branches blew in from the south, carrying with it the first fresh hints of spring. The song of water splashing from beautiful fountains and trickling through a thousand tiny streams between the great roots of the mallorn trees echoed through the quiet evening air.

Blind to these beauties, Legolas passed like a shadow between the trees, head bowed, eyes upon his feet. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed to see this glorious city with his own eyes, to walk its paths and breathe in the scents of niphredil and elanor.

Yet there was a heaviness in the air, a weight in his chest that would not abate, and every sight and sound of beauty only pierced him deeper. The others spoke of their loss—Sam had even composed a poem—but Legolas found that he could not. Something stopped his lips, a sorrow and a fear that defied all speech. He could not even translate the Elven songs he heard for the others.

He had not wandered far when he became aware of a new scent, one that brought him up short. Smoke.

For a moment, he saw a fearsome being of smoke and flame, rising from the shadows to tower above the trees...but no. No, this was a small fire of underbrush and twigs—innocuous, if unexpected.

Stepping around the trunk of a large tree, Legolas found the source of the smoke in a small fire, built on the ground in the tree's shadow. All vegetation had been carefully scraped away in a circle around the fire.

Gimli sat tending the fire, bareheaded and with only a small axe hanging from his belt. Reddish hair spilled over his shoulders in braids, freed from the bands that normally held the braids together at the nape of his neck. He sat silently as Legolas watched, staring unblinking into the flames.

Legolas finally spoke when Gimli merely continued to sit there, unmoving. “If you are cold, would it not be wiser to ask for more blankets?”

With a start, Gimli turned and looked up at him.

“Such a small fire cannot bring much warmth,” Legolas continued. But then, he was continually surprised by what his mortal companions considered to be comfortable. Some of them chose to inhale smoke, yet complained when the smoke from their cookfire blew into their eyes. The halflings walked about barefoot in all weather, yet shivered and complained about the cold when it snowed. Perhaps this small of a fire was adequate for a Dwarf.

“I do not tend this fire for warmth, Master Elf,” Gimli grunted. “But fear not. I will see that the flames do not burn any of your precious trees.”

“I did not insinuate that—“ Legolas bit his tongue and took a deep breath. Now was not the time. Striving to keep his tone more neutral, he began again. “Then why do you tend this fire, Master Dwarf?”

Gimli shifted a little so his back was turned to Legolas, an obvious dismissal. “It is a Dwarven custom,” he said stiffly. “I would not expect you to understand.”

For a moment, Legolas thought of turning on his heel and leaving Gimli to whatever it was that had drawn him away from the others. After all, he clearly did not want Legolas there.

And yet...Legolas had just come from the others. They all rested, finding solace for their griefs and comfort for their weariness. Legolas had tried to rest. He had tried to seek out his own people and the comfort of their familiar customs. He had tried wandering alone.

The ache remained.

“No,” he admitted in a soft voice. “I do not understand. But I should like to learn.” He strode closer, sitting with his legs folded underneath him, on the other side of the little fire. “May I watch?”

Gimli's brows bristled, his eyes glinting with the reflection of the flames. But after a long moment of glaring through the heat shimmers, he merely grunted, “Do as you please.”

When he returned his attention to the fire, the anger seeped out of his face, leaving behind nothing but a weary sadness. He sat still for a moment, then with a sigh, he reached into his boot and pulled out a small, sharp knife that he held in one hand. With the other hand, he pulled one of his reddish braids over his shoulder.

A flash of steel, and the braid lay in the palm of his rough hand. Closing his eyes, Gimli murmured, “Balin.” Then he dropped the length of hair into his little fire. The flames crackled hungrily about it, devouring the hair in seconds and adding to the smoke curling into the air above their heads.

Gimli selected another braid, a narrower one just over his temple. One stroke of the blade, and it joined the first, cast into the fire. “Ori.”

As Gimli continued, Legolas realized he was reciting the names of the fallen Dwarves they had found in Moria. His kin...his friends. Legolas remembered how Gimli had boasted of the comforts they would enjoy when they reached the underground city. Easily he recalled the cry of anguish from Gimli when they found Balin's tomb at last.

Again and again, Gimli cut the long braids from his head and cast them into the flames. So many had fallen. So many lives lost to darkness and fear and cruel death. And then, with one final slice, Gimli tossed the thickest braid yet into the fire and sighed, “Gandalf.”

The ache rose up in Legolas' chest, growing tighter and tighter, more painful than Legolas thought he could stand. His hand fell to his belt and pulled out his own knife, a long, slender blade with an ivory hilt. Then, reaching up to the narrow braid that hung behind his ear, he sliced through the strand of hair.

There it lay, pale in the palm of his hand, so different from the thick reddish tresses Gimli had cut. “Mithrandir,” he murmured, then tossed it into the flames.

The fire roared up around it just as it had with Gimli's braids, turning it to ash within seconds. The fire knew no difference between Elf and Dwarf.

And as the scent of his own burning hair reached his nostrils, Legolas felt the ache begin to recede as if the flames consumed his pain as well. Perhaps not even his grief could withstand the fire.

Together, they sat staring at the heart of the fire, where together the remains of their hair crumbled away into ash. An Elf and a Dwarf, sitting in complete silence under the boughs of a tree, watching as their tiny fire burnt away to nothing.

By the time the last embers winked out, night had fallen upon Caras Galadhon. Now starlight and moonlight streamed through the branches of the trees, and a chill hung in the air that made Legolas even more aware of the absence of the fire's warmth. But still he waited, watching Gimli in silence.

At last, Gimli rose, stooping to make sure the fire was fully extinguished and then brushing off his hands. Legolas slowly got to his feet as well, unsure whether he should speak or not.

“Why?” Gimli's voice was hoarse, and full of an emotion Legolas could not decipher. He did not look up. “Why not...sing your songs? As the rest of your people do?”

“Because the songs bring me no comfort.”

Gimli did look up at him then, his eyes keen even in the darkness. But of course, he was a Dwarf. “And so you sought out me, of all people, for comfort?” Skepticism dripped from every word.

“Not...I did not expect....” Legolas fumbled over his words, and he did not know why. He felt none of the anger or outrage he might have, once. It seemed to have burnt away in the fire as well. “I...I wish....”

He hesitated. He did not know how Gimli would react to the thoughts slowly solidifying in his mind, and suddenly Legolas realized he wanted to avoid angering the Dwarf. Not out of fear or a simple desire to keep the peace, but...out of respect. Gimli had shared with him a small piece of his grief, and quarreling in this moment felt the same as if Legolas had stamped out Gimli's fire with his foot.

“Yes?” Gimli asked, crossing his arms. “What do you wish?”

“I wish I could have seen Khazad-dûm in the days of its glory,” Legolas said in a rush, stumbling slightly over sounds so unfamiliar to his tongue. “I wish I could have seen those great halls filled not with darkness, but with light and life and...everything else you spoke of. Not overrun with Orcs and...other evils.”

Gimli shuddered. “Let us not speak of that.”

Fingers of fear clenched around Legolas' own heart as his thoughts strayed to the end of their journey through Moria. “Then let us speak of wonder and beauty,” he murmured. “Will you not tell me of the days when mithril was mined, or the beauties that were wrought from it? Or perhaps you could tell me of your kin, if you would.”

Gimli cocked his head to one side, looking Legolas up and down as if seeing him for the first time. “Why would you want to hear about that?”

“There is much I do not know about this world.” He drew a deep breath. “And much I was told that I begin to think was wrong. Or at the very least, not the entire truth.” He met Gimli's eyes unwaveringly. “Long has there been strife between our peoples, Master Dwarf. But it need not be so between us. Mithrandir would not wish it so.”

Bowing his head in sorrow, Gimli murmured, “No, he would not.” When he looked up at Legolas again, a small smile twitched underneath his beard. “And it's Gimli, lad. No need to be formal.”

Legolas blinked in surprise. Never before had he been called 'lad' by someone a mere fraction of his own age. Recalling his manners, he bowed deeply, hand upon his heart. “Very well, Gimli.”

“So, you wish to hear about mithril, do you?” Gimli asked, as they turned to leave the little clearing. “I never saw Moria while the mines were in use, but my father told me the tale of when it was first discovered....”

They walked side-by-side through the trees in the starlight, Legolas shortening his stride to match Gimli's as they spoke of days long past. The silvery rays of the moon illuminated shorn locks on each of their heads, the fraying ends of braids in red and gold blowing free in the wind.

A strange sight to others, but to those two, it brought peace.

[darlingcloudie-9]

this is my…… alter ego- ANITA MAXWYNN. ANITA MAXWYNN

[robinsnest2111]

zombie au anon here (going back to anon for a bit lol)

nikkimick thoughts are rampant tonight and i can’t stop thinking about nikkimick as that one alice cooper and vincent price scene where vincent has alice on a leash <3 like mick would be so much more casual about it, but Nikki is just over there freaking out because he’s on a leash?? and this may or may not be awakening something within him?? every once in a while mick tugs at the leash just slightly and nikki wants to scream because god damnit he’d thought he’d done a good job repressing shit about mick, and he’d just gotten more relaxed about being on the leash. mick would def do it on purpose just to mess with him 😭

sorry for the random (and slightly suggestive?? idk if it is or not lol) ask! also zombie au should be done by sunday at the latest! :)

are you reading my mind??????? because I have been obsessed with Mr. Vincent Price having Alice Cooper on a leash for YEARS at this point. and putting a nikkimick filter on that? I AM CHEWING MY PILLOW (positive)

also very drawn to whatever Cooper and Dalí had going on here...

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also eeeeeee!!!!! zombie au!!!!! that'll be such a nice thing to come home to after I finish my shift on Sunday!!! <3

[forcedhesitation]

I have the coolest idea ever for my next big dbd themed project but woooow finished work today and too beat to even start doing anything to meaningfully progress it. I made some sketches last night though, and some more throughout today. just working on skin ideas.

anyway-- the piece will be original characters ONLY, with the exception of vecna (and I guess technically aestri). so dnd themed, as you can infer.

BUT I plan to do a totally separate bonus steve, nancy, and lucy for sure. perhaps some other licensed characters too, depending on my energy levels.

what class do other people think steve and nancy fit? lucy is a bard, obviously, as they're a drag performer. but I feel like steve could fit fighter, paladin, or barbarian, while nancy could be a wizard or a rogue?

[mars-ipan]

i do love my family very dearly but the internalized ableism the men in here struggle with is. so much

[that-one-loz-nerd]

Not being good at art is the most frustrating thing in the world

[bearsandbeansart]

I'm late to the party, as always; I feel like all the hype for The Owl House has died down.

But anyway, here's Amity enjoying some very normal, not boiling rain.

[outofthiisworld]

Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

be honest meme

👽// Ooh man, for sure in the past! Hell, I dropped off of tumblr rp'ing for a loooong time before I made up this blog. If I remember right, I dropped off and deactivated my first blog eeeeeuuuhhh 2017ish? (memory is super shakey)

There wasn't any big reason why I left tumblr rp; it mostly had to do with both personal life changes/stress at the time along with general inexperience on how to run a public rp blog (most of my past rp experiences come from 1-1 and private groups so I had no clue how to approach others)

But as of right now with this blog? Not at all. I’m sure I’ll eventually want to take a hiatus down the road cause it’s only natural to take breaks and/or get burnt out— but man, the last time I had this much fun with muses and rp’ing was when I was like 13!!! :0