#anyway yeag whatever

[yellowvixen]

style practices!! it was fun trying out different approaches

da screenshots:

[fate-defiant]

malenmalenmalenmalenmalenmalenmalenmalen

[crepusculum-rattus]

i was feeling normal messing w blinkies 2nite

[widowshill]

random rvb moments: 281.

[spaghett-onaplate]

i wasn't that sick but I took a couple days off and I am so frustrated with myself for doing absolutely nothing productive whenever I'm home. does that frustration lead me to change those behaviours, however? no!

[spotaus]

Hi Hi folks! I was hit by a sudden bought of inspiration to draw Pretender (and N breaking the fourth-wall on this poor guy.)

And I'm @ing @oodlesndoodles and @mylackofgrammaristerrifying because you two are the honest target audience lol! (I twas inspired by your enthusiasm and wanted to do a silly lil comic! If u wanna be un-tagged or removed from the comic lemme know!)

I think Pretender responds very awkwardly to affection because he's used to scaring ppl off but like, monster-lovers pop off, because he's very open to giving/recieving affection if he gets the chance! (<- Moment where my headcanon of him being Genderfluid and Pan comes into play if I do say so myself 🙏) So like. He's honored, but got so flustered he couldn't hold up his disguise and went back to the hood lmao---

[hollowaluminumvessel]

Now dont kill me yet.... but would a citizen of Xerxes really be that pale.......??? IM JUST SAYING--

[wonderxshows]

hi guys

[lamboficarus]

"Why am i feeling Vaguely Doomed im literally happy right now and talking about my passions"

[roboyomo]

there is something so Inherently funny about azrael at the start being Extremely Cat to some degree if you look at it from that perspective

[insignificantstrawberry]

it’s so great to be aware of how crazy you are. yippeeeee this behaviour is not normal give me four to sixteen weeks to figure out why then I can go “fuck!” to myself at six in the morning

[sieglinde-freud]

rheagard wedding everyones invited as long as youre not a misogynist discourse loser

fake toxic yuri enjoyer i saw you making rhea vs edelgard discourse posts rooted in misogyny instead of reading 100 chapter masterpieces about their relationship development on ao3 and then they freak it nasty style

[twoa-plus]

hello gravity falls fandom i am going insane and putting everyone into monsterfalls. i cannot be stopped. i’m on mobile so i can only post 10 at a time but here’s the first 10 + explanations :3

mermaid mabel is cool and all but i think she should be Weirder. also the idea of her not being able to frolic makes me sad. so she’s a wolpertinger now

i like cervitaur dipper he can stay. gave him a lil saddlebag for the extra pocket space & turned the spots on his back into more constellations :3

BEAR WITH ME OK dragon stan. PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT PLEASE i pulled out the monster manual for this and everything & copper dragon suits him PERFECTLY they’re funny and charismatic and like having company around and get annoyed with people who don’t like their jokes and are very protective of their hoards and

i like sphinx ford i think it suits him but i don’t really like how everyone just makes him a lion furry with wings like c’mon get WEIRD !!!! give that cat a jarringly human face

tbh my justification for this one is mostly just that i think it’s funny but. fur bearing trout wendy. they come from lumberjack lore so it’s at least kind of on theme

listen i usually just draw twinks and pretty girls im fighting for my life here dont @ me. anyways fairy soos comes from a post by @/year2000electronics :3

GRENDAAA i wanted her to be both pretty/cute and also strong bc like. yeag. so i settled on peryton with a violet-backed starling as the bird :) c’mon man it’s a deer pegasus with cool colors what’s not to love

when i first started doing these my bestie said candy would be a fresno nightcrawler and i have not looked back. i dont know why but it suits her so much

someone in my tiktok comments said mothman robbie and i was just like. yeah sounds legit. and then my bestie said he’d be a rosy maple moth who dyes himself black/red to be emo or whatever and now we’re here :3

gideon is a kitsune bc they’re tricksters or whatever and also easy to turn into a marketable plushie. he would totally be plushie-able

ok now i am off to make the sequel i’ll put a link here when it’s done :D

edit: IT HAS ARRIVED

[forsaken-headcanons]

wsg gang HAHSHD. felt like writing how c00lkidd would be as a survivor so uh yippee yippee. hope it's good. might do the other killers too idk. we had no idea where to place these so unfortunately you get to have them in your askbox /silly ANYWAYS HERE!!

SURVIVOR TYPE: DISTRACTOR/SENTINEL

Cost: 600$

Difficulty: ★★★★☆

Health: 95

Walk Speed: 19.5

Stamina: 50

Stamina Loss: [Depends on SKILL]

Stamina Gain: 10/s

PASSIVE

// His walk speed is defaulted to a slightly slower version of the default run speed; only his skills deplete stamina. The longer each skill is done/the lower your stamina is, the more your aura is revealed to the Killer. Stamina Gain is halved.

// This character cannot do generators.

Q SKILL: "Nothing To See..!"

C00ldown (see what i did there): increases by 2 secs per 1 sec of usage. automatically ends after 20 seconds (upper limit of 40 secs)

Stamina Depletion: 2/s

// during the duration of this skill, c00lkidd himself cannot move

[] c00lkidd crouches down and taps into his exploits to operate and control a clone of himself, sporting 50% of his current HP. The clone can do anything but cannot be healed. The longer the clone stays alive, the longer the aura of its position is revealed to both Survivors and Killers, and it gains a stack of Weakness for every 5 secs it stays alive. If it dies in any way, its aura-reveal is transfered to the actual c00lkidd, but he gains two stacks of Speed for ten seconds. If the actual c00lkidd is hit while the clone is still alive, the skill automatically ends and gives him one stack of Speed, but the clone does not die in this way and instead gains 10 stacks of Weakness. It will automatically pathfind towards the Killer.

// 5$ & 15XP [] Clone automatically dies

// 10$ & 25XP [] Clone is killed by Killer

E SKILL: "But I Don't Wanna Be It!!"

C00ldown: 30 secs

Windup: 1 sec

Stun Duration: 3 secs

Stamina Depletion: 20 (immediate consumption)

[] c00lkidd panics for one second and books it to the direction he is facing, giving him a stack of Blindness and slightly revealing the aura of nearby Survivors to him. If the skill is casted while the clone is currently pathfinding to the Killer, will instead fully reveal its aura to him and gives it a stack of Speed. If he hits the Killer in this way, stuns them for three seconds, but adds another stack of Blindness while also fully revealing the aura of every Survivor to c00lkidd.

// 5$ & 10XP [] Stun the Killer

R SKILL: "No Fair, No Fair!!"

C00ldown: 15 secs

Stamina Depletion: 2/s

// charges once for every 2 hits c00lkidd suffers

// upper limit of 1 charge

[] c00lkidd uses his exploits to allow himself to Sprint, increasing his speed from 19.5 to 24 until either the skill ends or his stamina fully depletes.

VOICELINES

[Elliot]

CK: "U-um... Can I– have some pizza, mister..?"

E: "..."

CK: "..Thank you..."

E: "...Tch."

CK: "I-I need pizza! Pretty please..!!"

CK: "Thanks so much, mister..!"

E: "...Whatever."

[Builderman]

// Dispenser

CK: "I-I need one of those– um– heart machines! Right here, please!!"

CK: "Thank you, mister!!"

// Turret

CK: "Need the–..shooty things! Pew-pew!!"

CK: "Thank you!!"

[Dusekkar]

CK: "Mister!! Need some c00l magic here, pretty please!!"

CK: "HOORAY!! Thank you, mister!!"

CK: "MIIIIISTER!!! Bippity-boppity-boo me, please!!"

CK: "Thank youuu!!"

[007n7]

// General

CK: "DAD, DAD!!! I DISTRACTED THE KILLER!! DID YOU SEE?! DID YOU SEE?!?!"

7n7: "H-haha, yeah... You're not hurt, are ya, kid..?"

CK: "Nope!!"

7n7: "That's.. that's good."

// General

CK: "Daaaaad, I wanna play tag!!"

7n7: "Haha, maybe after this..."

CK: "Okay!!"

// General

CK: "..."

7n7: "..Everything okay, kid?"

CK: "...The pizza mister is so mean..."

7n7: "...Is that so..."

// While on low HP

CK: "Dad– dad, help me...!"

7n7: "KID—!"

y. yeag. like emoji. please tell me it's good i run on praise /silly LMFOA

Oh I really love the concept of this. I really, really do. All the stamina consumption stuff is very creative. The interactions are really cute too. Shooty things! Pew pew!

[apheliia]

HEARTH FLAME. — In which the Knave's heir decides their fate.

— trigger & content warnings. depictions of injury (& the recovery following it), pain medications and slightly implied impairment of judgment because of them. it isn't really outright though and could honestly be ignored.

— pairings & notes. ambiguous genre; may be considered hurt/comfort. arlecchino & heir!reader. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). reader is a member of the house of the hearth and is arlecchino's chosen heir. occurs after the events of arlecchino's story quest. 2.1k words.

— author's thoughts. i would say "i swear i'm very normal about arlecchino" but i feel as if we all know that is not true. anyways for those that care about the lore behind this series of fics, i perceive this as the "turning point" in arle & [name]'s relationship in which the latter begins to realize how serious being the knave's heir is. but rn they are delirious on pain meds and do not realize the fate that they have condemned themselves to. yeag

       Lightning struck their body at even the slightest of muscle twitches.

       The bruises on their skin hidden underneath gauze and bandages throbbed with agonizing heat, their insides twisted and churned as their body attempted to repair whatever manner of internal injuries that they had oh-so lovingly been gifted, and their mind begged for restful sleep.

       (No matter how tired they were, ever since they had awoken after being asleep for about a day, they had not been able to fall back asleep again... at least, not in a way that mattered. Their sleep was plagued by nightmares and worries that they could not shake, all concerning the very person who had put them in this condition in the first place. She hadn't come to see them yet. They were certain she would have, but she hadn't.

       Was father... upset? Did they upset her?)

       A soft sigh left their lips as they stared upwards at the ceiling from their bed—even the simple task turning over was nigh impossible, so they dared not attempt anything other than sleep. At least the admittedly rather laborious task of trying to fall asleep did not wrack their body with searing hurt.

       In their spar, Father was neither kind nor easy on them, and they had a sneaking suspicion that she was especially hard on them. Lyney was already standing again and on the move, meanwhile Lynette and Freminet ended up slipping by with relatively minimal injuries, but them? Bedridden, without the slightest hope of being able to stand in the coming hours... or even days, probably. Their legs pulsed at the thought alone.

       ...But they did take the brunt of Father's attacks, so they supposed that was their own fault.

             — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       "I will not sit idly by and watch you bring unfathomable harm to my siblings."

       Standing immovably in front of Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet with their weapon pointedly raised at the very woman who raised them was certainly not how they had anticipated their day going. Nevertheless, they were in that exact situation, and backing down was the last thing on their mind. Lyney seemed to want to say something—to tell them, to warn them, not to be stupid, maybe.

       ...But really, Lyney knew better, and as much as he worried for his sibling's safety, he also knew extremely well how Father was and how they were.

       She would want to see their display of strength, no matter how miniscule in comparison to hers.

       And them—they would not dare let Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet face this alone, even if it meant risking their safety and wellbeing.

       (He also happened to know that his sibling could be a tad too eager to show Father the display of strength she desired, but that was just his own opinion, muddled by his biases and his own desire to protect and care for his siblings. He knew and recognized how his desires played tricks on him, but it did not make him any less bothered by what he liked to think of as his sibling's 'recklessness.')

       Arlecchino's stare threatened to pry apart their soul at its very seams, but they failed to waver. Instead, they firmly returned her stare, albeit with less intensity. Their grip on their weapon tightened.

       The Knave was going to absolutely destroy them, though hopefully not beyond repair.

       They knew that, and they were fine with that. It was an inevitable truth; so be it.

       In the defense of their siblings, they would be more than happy to shed blood—someone else's, or theirs.

       "...I hope you can forgive me, Father."

       In this case, theirs.

             — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       Destroy them, she most certainly did. It wasn't an unexpected outcome. They knew better than to think that they could actually beat her; at least their showing of strength (combined with that of their siblings' and the Traveler's) was enough to compel her to give a kinder execution.

       'Execution.' Hm.

       Execution.

       The word bounced around in their mind for some time as they pondered.

       They weren't quite sure if they saw it that way or not—on one hand, the mind was killed and reborn, but on the other, the body remained alive and unharmed.

       What kind of execution could be so... gentle? So forgiving? None that they had ever heard of. No executions were so tender and compassionate as to preserve the gift of life.

       ...Perhaps that was simply a different kind of execution than what they were used to.

       As their mind wandered, they absentmindedly mused about what their freed siblings were doing.

       'Filliol and Nanteuil... where are you two now?'

       Were they enjoying the sun?

       Hopefully.

       The soft click of a door opening and closing caught their attention, and for a moment they felt extreme relief—finally, someone had come to administer their pain medications... the ache sinking into their bones was about to finish what Arlecchino had begun at this point—but the click of heels that followed made their chest tighten nervously.

       They turned their head slightly to the side. At their bedside stood none other than the Knave herself, an unreadable expression crossing her face when she saw the state they were in.

       Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

       "Father..."

       "My child."

       Arlecchino was quick to drag the stool at the foot of their bed to the side and sit.

       "Father, I—"

       They tried to sit up, grimacing through the pain that clawed across the entirety of their body as they did. The Fourth did not allow them to get far, however, and placed a firm hand on their chest. They had no choice but to settle back down, as the strength she was exerting against them was far too great for them to combat.

       "Do not get up. You will only hurt yourself—"

       "Father—"

       "—And spare yourself the chore of speaking."

       Their mouth closed without another word. All they could do was stare up at her, eyes wide and bewildered and perfectly displaying all the questions they wished to ask (and a bit glazed over due to the combined factors of their exhaustion and the strength of the medication they had been on), though one in particular stood out the most:

       'Why are you here?'

       Maybe the Knave could read their mind.

       (She had no such ability. To know her children and what they were thinking was simply part of her responsibility as Father.)

       "My child," she mused again, this time not in greeting, though she did not continue. Perhaps she was looking for the words. Her fingers gingerly brushed the hair from their face, briefly brushing over the scratch across their forehead.

       Ah.

       One among the many wounds she bestowed upon them a day prior. One of the most mild of her gifts, actually.

       It wasn't regret that washed upon her upon realizing the severity of their wounds in particular—no, they made the choice to join the fight knowing well that she would not be gentle on them or their siblings, and she would argue that regret was a useless emotion only capable of holding one back. What's done was done. It was as simple as that. Regret, much like sorrow, does naught but hold a person back.

       ...Yet, she still felt something, though she struggled identifying what it was.

       Maybe...

       Maybe, now that the Fourth had seen them and the extent of the wounds she delivered, she felt that she had neglected her obligation as Father to visit their bedside in the midst of their healing.

       "I'm sorry."

       Their voice cut through her thoughts. Though they tried their very best to mask it, it wavered almost imperceptibly, the tremble only audible to trained ears—ears like hers. The Fourth Harbinger was not known for being obtruse. She noticed, and they could tell. Nothing ever slipped by her.

       "And what is it that you are apologizing for, exactly?"

       "I... I don't know. I just feel like you're disappointed in me somehow, and I don't know how else to remedy it at the moment."

       'At the moment,' she assumed, meant their current bedridden state.

       "I know not what has given you such an impression. I am not disappointed."

       "...You're not?"

       "Certainly not. If you are referring to your interception of our spar," she began, "defending your family is the most kingly action you could have taken in that moment. In fact, I expected no less of you."

       "I'm not kingly," they replied, offering a weak chuckle as they continued: "At least, I don't feel kingly right now..."

       "Then how is it that you feel?"

       "Pathetic, maybe." They turned their head fully to the side so that they were able to meet her gaze. "I know I can't and probably will never be able to triumph over you in a spar, but—"

       "Perish the thought," Arlecchino dismissed. "Immediately."

       "Huh?"

       Her eyes bore into theirs. This time, much unlike the time they stared at her in battle, they did not feel fear or nervous anticipation of what was to come.

       "You did not win the war," she affirmed, "but I would certainly say you won the battle."

       She leaned closer. With one hand, she brushed the framing hair that normally fell over her cheeks to the side.

       There, a long cut was scabbed over with dry crimson, and suddenly, their heart leapt—whether it was from an odd pride in having been able to actually hit her, or shame and embarrassment that they actually caused harm to Father of all people, they did not know.

       The Knave allowed her hair to fall back into place.

       "Though the odds were stacked against you and yours, you ultimately managed to wound me. This was something that not even your siblings managed to achieve."

       "I could argue that it's only because there were so many of us."

       "Perhaps, but it was still you who caused this wound. I lost track of you for only a moment and you took the opportunity. Progress does not happen overnight, child, and your strength is still growing. One day, you will be the king of this house. You will deliver these kinds of wounds to others, as I have delivered to you." Her gaze shifted to their bedside table. "...That is, if you so desire that life."

       The bottled flame swirled and flared in the vial under her gaze, as if it sought to melt through the glass and lunge, consuming everything in its wake and leaving nothing but ash behind.

       Ah. Right.

       They had almost forgotten that she had also allocated the resources needed to complete her 'execution' to them.

       Silence, heavy with the weight of implication, endured for what seemed to be an eternity.

       Then, they broke it:

       "I do not wish to leave the house."

       Arlecchino would have been perfectly content with letting them free—with snipping away at the webs they were so deeply entangled in, letting the flames cleanse the darkness from their veins, and thereby permitting them to step into the sun.

       And yet... that was not what they wanted.

       Perhaps it was a blend of bewilderment, pride, and annoyance that stirred in her chest.

       What a foolish child they were, refusing freedom when it was so readily within their grasp. They had earned it, and yet they chose to reject it? How foolish, indeed.

       The Fourth's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she gazed down at them.

       "Hm. Is that so?"

       "Yes."

       ...But that foolish child was hers—her child and her successor. Hers, and hers for a reason, for better or worse.

       If all of the Knaves who came before Peruere were not stubborn, then there would be no Knave to begin with. It was, therefore, only right that her heir be as much of a stubborn fool as she.

       Her eyes seemed to soften, if only by a miniscule amount. Arlecchino placed a warm hand over their own, resting idly across their torso, and they hummed, daring to shift and intertwine her fingers with theirs.

       Brief tender moments, always flickering like a dying flame, were rare in the House of the Hearth, especially when permitted or even initiated by Father.

       Thus, they had no problem taking advantage of the situation that they were in, eyes fluttering shut as her warmth oozed into their hand and slowly crawled up their arm. It would soon consume their entire being, but rather than being scorched by it, they were certain that they would be lulled to sleep by it.

       "So be it, then," she murmured, thumb absentmindedly running across their knuckle. "You are a fool."

       A smile. The first that Arlecchino had seen from them in days, in fact, and it seemed to soothe something within her. "I know."

       "Do not disappoint me."

       Her tone cut as sharply as a knife, but they did not appear to mind a single bit; all they could do was smile at her.

       Even when she was threatening them, all they could do was smile.

       "I won't."

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[twig-gy]

okay chat should i listen to autechre

i NEED to listen to more hyperpop because ADEMIERE THIS ABSOLUTELY FUCKS