#and its ok for them to overlap

[ghoulodont]

i keep looking at beta lactam recently as im writing this thing set after it and i feel like every time i do i notice some new weird result of not having it all together mentally when i wrote it. i just noticed in the description i wrote that dew has "whatever illness the roadies are passing around" which is..... not true. the discussion of illness at the beginning was just to thematically set up for the plot (this in itself is weird but i already was aware of it). why would i write the description from that perspective? as if that one phrase references a specific & transient moment from the fic. ughhhhh

[choccy-milky]

☼ seb & clora x elden ring ☼

SUPER self-indulgent thing i had to draw once i got the idea, bc i love FromSoftware and all their games (...& also bc i will never get tired of drawing clora like an ethereal lightbulb LOL 🔆) ↓ extra doodles and a lot of yapping below❗ ↓ (& elden ring DLC final boss spoilers)

their boss mechanics bc im a nerd LMAO🥰

if you target clora and kill her before seb, seb will be inflicted with madness/frenzy, and his stats will be raised for the remainder of the fight

with clora dead, seb will stop using holy/slash damage, and will instead use occult, madness/frenzied flame, and his own blood to inflict bleed damage

killing clora first makes the fight wayy harder, but also reaps much better rewards/a unique item (like the ornstein and smough boss fight in DS1)

if you kill seb first and don't finish off clora quickly enough, she'll just keep reviving him over and over (like the twin princes fight in DS3)

when you get seb down to like 10% health, he'll stop going on the offensive and will instead do everything he can to protect clora (while being visibly beaten up & limping😭kinda like sif in DS1)

this is the boss i re-skinned them as (promised consort radahn) bc i love this design...and even the lore makes sense bc the big guy (radahn) was brought back to life to serve miquella and fight for him (kinda like my seb and his horcrux👀) i also considered giving clora a halo similar to miquella's (but in the design of her hairclip) except i scrapped that bc i thought it looked weird LOL. i still like the idea tho so...just pretend its there LMAO🙂‍↕️🙏 ok im done 🗣️

[lokh]

WAIT SHUROS DAD SAID HE WANTED HIM TO BRING SOMETHING BACK INTERESTING.... AND WHO IS MORE INTERESTING THAN LAIOS....

[regnniar]

cyno begged the boys to do this with him. no one did except kaveh (everyone thought it was cringe but he felt bad for cyno). the kavehno then bloomed 🌈 /lh

[toanp]

helloo 👋 i made this blog to share my project sekai oc band, GAISUM. here are its members and their SEKAI's versions of MEIKO and Miku :)

they are a v-kei inspired hard rock/electronic band made up of four utaite.

L-R, Isshiki Kaneta "lop" (leader and PV artist), Tetsukamiya Chidori "Akatori" (lyricist and bassist), Kuroba Gin "CLOW" (guitarist), Hondou Suika "Sue" (pianist)

[xiewho]

not to also be in tc denial but i cant see how this conversation won't include gorgug saying in some way that he joined the owlbears to spend time with fabian. what other reason would he have to be on the team for so long if not to hang out with him or something 😭

nno cause. youre so right like what reason do u have other than u wanna spend time with ur bff . like 'if i get to be with u then that's enough for me !!' . its ok anon if we hold hands when the episode drops then through the power of friendship and Believing this WILL get referenced in the ep. godspeed

[crescentfool]

does anyone else want to stick these two in the same room together or is that just me... i simply think they are adjacent in vibes... (+a bonus thing???)

get u a fictional guy that makes you feel like this... seeing these guys just evoke a Similar Kind of Brain Chemical and Response. Help Me.

also have bonus yosuke doodle featuring the same brushes used here...! from january 23rd, lol.

[cerealmonster15]

i forgot grunt meant like henchman or whatever for a second i thought they were like yeah leonas bitch ass grunts and growls are partial proof to savanaclaw being an athletic leaning dorm lol

[bigfemboyenergy]

The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.3

kill me i have no idea how to write the batfamily or the joker//

Sonic breathes in deeply, trying to regain his cool. He’s seen so much bullshit in only a few seconds, so it makes sense. It almost feels like someone’s writing him into this crap, because of how bad it is.. but anyway.

About twenty or so feet away, there’s the entrance to a warehouse. In front of it, two people stand; a clownish creep, with eerily green hair, slicked back, and his lips smothered with tarnished red lipstick..and Danny, in something resembling a hero suit of sorts, with his hair and eyes now white and green, respectively. It’s quite the spectacle. So much so that there’s a few bat- and bird- themed people just a few rooftops away..watching.

After a few seconds of watching Danny interact with the freakish clown man, Sonic decides to rush in, standing between Danny and the clown, concern leaving his eyes looking wide and more unusual than normal. The clown pays little mind to him, trying to talk with Danny, intrigue lighting up his thin, sharp features. “Oho, another!” the clown starts. “I’ve never seen anything quite like you two before.” Sonic stands defensively in front of Danny, arms stretched out to protect him. “Yeah, and I’ve never seen a clown become the butt of their own joke, but here you are,” Sonic retorts, with a scowl. He’s going full defensive. Behind him, however, Danny doesn’t seem nearly as bothered as one might expect.

A while earlier, Danny had just arrived, drawn in by the noise. Only to see a clown near the source of the sound and some bat furry guy and his supposed accomplices some buildings away, just watching? He was not pleased. Flying down to the clown, he discovered that the horrible shrieking was just the laugh of this nasty clown..or a ringmaster..? Less clown-like..reminds him of that weirdo from Circus Gothica. Danny shivers, immediately uncomfortable. “So, who are you, and what are you doing?” Danny starts, ready to interrogate. The ringmaster-clown-guy shrugs, with a cruel giggle; “Oh, you know, a bit of this, a bit of that.” Danny rolls his eyes, noticing his dodging of the question. The clown dude looks Danny up and down, in a way that makes him so much creepier. “Are you, mayhaps, one of them?” Danny looks at where the clown is pointing- the bat furry and some other furries. “Uh, no way, don’t know who that furry is, never seen him before today-” Danny starts, before being rudely interrupted by the ringmaster-clown’s horrible laughter. “He isn’t quite a furry, but it’s funny you see him as such! He’s Batman, kid. And you are?” Danny looks at the clown guy, deciding that his non-hostility leaves him somewhat okay to respond to..especially if he’s gonna start building his rep back up. “Phantom. You know, usually one should say their own name first during an introduction,” Danny says, with a curious expression. “But you didn’t. Who are you, then?” The ringmaster grins wildly as he proclaims, “The Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker, one and only!” Danny’s face pales slightly; this guy is definitely not a good guy, with a name and title like that. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged him, he thinks.

Danny takes a step back, feeling a lot less safe around this “Joker” guy. He hasn’t done anything wrong yet, but he certainly will try, won’t he?

As Sonic arrives at the scene, Batman almost takes action. These people..where have they come from? He nor any of his colleagues habe met them, that’s for sure- he’d know if they had. A boy called “Phantom”, clearly a meta, and some blue spiky meta. Unusual and sudden appearances could mean..something big. But it seems that the situation is dying down for now.. so he swoops away, bringing the rest of his team with him.

Sonic glares at the clown, not knowing what he may have done or not done to Danny. Danny steps up behind Sonic, whispering in his ear, “He’s some sort of prankster, I think? Calls himself “Joker”. He hasn’t done anything yet.” Sonic lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Whispering back, he murmurs, “Let’s just go, for now. He gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Danny nods, and Sonic promptly grabs Danny and runs away, with incredibly speed, the Joker looking at the two of them and waving as they escape the scene.

Now back at their makeshift home, Sonic asks, “Why did you leave?” He puts Danny down and looks up at him, a bit saddened. “I thought something bad could’ve happened, or you were afraid of me…” He sighs. Danny looks at Sonic, eyes sympathetic and kind; “I woke up and was too worried to sleep. Sorry. I just..wanted to scope out the town. And, uh..I think we have some more things to talk about..” He gestures to himself, and then to Sonic. “Some abilities and backstories we need to share.”

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

sorry, i was being kinda cagey in that last ask but ig i'd prefer if ppl don't say my ocs look like other characters...! Im not usually a stickler abt this but like it is kinda annoying to hear when im trying my best to come up w my own stuff lol;;

[c-kiddo]

day 10109203 of wishing bells hells had a deeply religious character in the party, especially one with a positive relationship to the religion/god.. like i know its not 100% perfect and healthy, because like.. thats god, but man .. especially since all bells hells hear is that the gods are cold and distant and uncaring. but like with tmn we saw cad and fjord be gently held by the wildmother when they needed her (not literally, but that was the imagery.. warm breezes and earth and being held and a soft mother voice) .. and then cad talked a lot about how the wildmother is everything around them. she's the sea for fjord and the forest for cad and all the plants and dirt and fungi. thats so cool and i love the idea of this huge god, who entirely is nature, holding her children (her clay T_T) in her hands. like , i wish bells hells had that point of view, because obviously they know what ludinus is doing is massively dangerous and has hurt people, but they dont have the same connection there, like Knowing that some of these gods cant really be disconnected from exandria

(also theres the absolute shenanigans of jester sort of, creating a god out of artagan, which would be vry interesting. .i wanna see whats going on there tbh)

(but also!! i do think fcg's desperation ?? in finding a purpose via a god when he was made to oppose them is interesting. and also frida's aeor mentality of the gods being totally pointless too. interesting perspectives but , to me its missing something)

[bunnyboy-juice]

oughghgh

[pipskippy]

speaking of common threads btwn favorite characters i keep thinking about the alluka/nanika and falin similarities mostly the being treated as dangerous and wrong as a young child and isolated yet still being so so kind and healing….and especially the kindness and acceptance of the parts of them that people treat as dangerous or evil…in terms of older brothers of course laios’s reaction to falin’s chimeraness and aptitude for magic is very different from killua’s initial mistrust/misunderstanding of nanika but. im so thinking about it

[skapediem]

finished my stupid project who cheered!!

[milkweedman]

My ability to get confused during simple conversations and not remember even the most basic of facts is unparalleled, btw

[anarchyloser]

Conversations with god

I am ten years old

my parents left me home alone

only for a short while but still

alone in a not-quite-home of a house

I go into their bedroom

it was always off limits

I crawl into their bed and feel so so small

insignificant

I kneel at the end of their bed

my hands clasp in a desperate prayer

sobbing begging to be stricken down

pleading to anyone who heard

my prayer unanswered I curl into a ball

right onto the slick wooden floor

and cry for my mommy

my parents found me sitting on the couch

right where they left me

as always the well behaved easy kid

knowing their love was conditional

I am twelve years old

I sneak out of bed at four am

I go to the bathroom, close the door behind me

hunch over the sink

why am I like this?

I stare in the mirror

as tears streak down my face

why can't I change no matter how hard I try

please

I scream out

please fix me

I beg to anyone who will listen

please make me whole make me right again

there is no answer

just my own face that I barely recognize

staring blankly back at me

I go back to bed

I woke up the next morning wondering why I did

I am fourteen years old

I didn't think to look how much it would take

I simply take as many as I can

I'm laying on my bedroom floor

the carpet scratches my face painfully

but I find I can't move more than a finger twitch

my vision starts to blacken like curtains closing

the music I put on goes in and out

I send my last thoughts to the universe

to anyone who will listen

please let me pass peacefully

into whatever may be next

I woke up two days later

still on my bedroom floor

I went downstairs and drank water

more parched than I had ever been

my mother laughed when she saw me

said I looked like shit

and she was glad I wasn't dead up there

what an inconvenience that would be

I am sixteen years old

I stay inside all day for months

everyone does it's a pandemic

I don't talk to my friends

I know they all think I'm annoying

they're happier without me

no one tried to reach out

no one asked me how I am

my teachers don't notice I sleep through class

and stay up all night long

one night I'm alone- always a dangerous thing

I think that tonight is my last night

I cook a nice dinner and watch my favorite show

I take a shower and a bubble bath

I make my bed, to finally lie down and rest

I make sure my rat is fed, extra food too

in case it takes long for them to notice

I give him treats and pets, I will miss him greatly

I write my note and take far more than last time

I thought I learned my lesson

I tuck myself into bed one final time

it's more violent this time

I feel like I'm floating and drowning and burning

all at once

I have no final thoughts this time

I woke up the next day

vomit already crusting on my blankets

"thank god you were on your side"

is all that mother said to me

when she caught me cleaning up

"thank god" I scoffed

as if that prick had helped before

as if any god would ever listen to me

I am eighteen years old

I step into a church for the first time

in what feels like lifetimes

for a school project on new experiences

I sit with an old friend in a pew towards the back

and try to feel the embrace of god

or anything really

the most I felt was mild discomfort

and a nosebleed in the bathroom

some might say that's an omen

that I'm of the devil

that there's something unholy in me

that needs to be purged or cleansed

maybe they're right

but I decided to stop praying that day

no more free for all calls to the universe

I was tired of the crippling loneliness

that came with unanswered calls

if no one would pick up I had to rely on myself

the only one talking back to me

in these conversations with god