#armed slime

[ayzscream]

[maxyvert]

Divine Phos Tiny bit messy because my marker died half way but I tried to sqeeze out the last bits out of it.  Pose and composition was referenced from a vintage Vogue cover.

[whomstdvelynt]

quick doodle. i think q!slimecicle should get to have a villain/revenge arc. as a treat.

[slimeshade]

How long?

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 3 & 4 - Massage & Wound Tending/First Aid (Aether/Dew)

Ended up combining days 3 and 4 into one fic. Based loosely on that time Dew (presumably) injured his arm during the Prequelle era. As always, thank you @forlorn-crows for organizing this and to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!

Day 3 & 4 - Massage & Wound Tending/First Aid (Aether/Dew), cw for Dew's shoulder injury. Hurt/comfort, fluff, 1518 words

Aether notices it right away. The way Dew seems to be favoring one arm. The way he furrows his brow and rolls his shoulder seemingly every five minutes. How he makes soft little grunts and sighs of discontent at night when he’s trying to settle into his bunk above Aether’s on the bus. 

When he broaches the subject, Dew denies anything is wrong. His shoulder is just a little sore is all. Maybe he slept funny, he says, brushing off Aether’s concerns.

But Aether knows the truth, and is pretty sure the whole pack knows what’s up actually. It’s Dew’s new guitar. The Fantomen. For as beautiful as it looks and as powerful as it sounds, the son of a bitch is heavy. Even for Aether it can be unwieldy at times.

Of course Dew hasn’t let it affect his playing. He never would. He’s far too proud, and rightfully so. Dew’s the best player Aether has ever seen anywhere in his life. And his playing continues to be immaculate, so Aether doesn’t want to push. Instead he watches Dew power through their set each night for weeks.

Until Dew’s shoulder gives out completely in the middle of a ritual.

A missed note, glaringly obvious. Rare to be due to Dew’s mistake and not because of some equipment malfunction (or Aether’s own mistake throwing Dew off, something he can admit has happened more than once). Aether whips his head towards the fire ghoul, knowing immediately that something is seriously wrong. Copia and the other ghouls are watching him now too.

Dew curls in on himself for just a split second before catching himself and resuming his perfect playing. But Aether knows the damage has been done when Dew purposefully ignores the rest of his stage cues and instead shuffles unsteadily towards the back of the stage as he finishes out the song.

Thank Satan they’re at an intermission. Time for Copia to change out of his white suit and into the red cassock. Instead of taking his usual water break, Aether books it towards Dew, who he finds leaning against the wall just past the curtain.

Aether knows it's bad because Dew has his mask off. His face is pale and he’s sweating bullets, cradling his arm against his body as he struggles to even out his breathing. But before he can do anything there’s chaos. Copia and the crew are scrambling to do what they can to keep the show going. Aether is being ushered back to stage before he can get a word in. 

In the end Dew insists he can finish out the show from backstage, perched on a stool where he can rest the weight of the Fantomen on his lap. He even comes back onstage for final bows, cradling his bad arm gingerly, and Aether finds himself trailing behind him protectively instead of his usual routine of throwing out guitar picks and interacting with the audience. 

Finally, the curtain goes down and they’re free to go. Thankfully it’s a hotel night and then they’re off for two days before they travel to the next city. A small victory.

As soon as they’re in the room, Aether is looking Dew over while Copia watches on worriedly. Dew keeps grumbling that ghouls heal fast, so he’ll be fine, but Aether can see otherwise. The shoulder is swollen, angry red and inflamed. Dew’s definitely pulled something, maybe even a tear, and then he continued to irritate it night after night until it gave out. Aether feels guilty that he didn’t notice it was this bad before, that he wasn’t more insistent. He could have used some of his quintessence to keep it from going this far… He shakes the thought away for the time being.

“Alright,” Aether sighs and turns to Copia. “The bad news is, as of right now his shoulder’s fucked,” he says point blank. No point in sugar-coating any of this now. Copia pales and he hears Dew swallow nervously and shift from where he’s sitting on the bed behind him. 

“Good news is, I can fix him up in the next two days.” He turns to Dew to see a wave of relief wash across his otherwise stoic face. “But he’s gonna have to take it easy for a while after that. And that much healing takes a lot of quintessence, a ton of energy. If we push it any farther than that, you’re gonna end up out two guitarists.”

Copia agrees and they make arrangements for Aether and Dew to stay in his suite while Copia takes one of the regular rooms. The cardinal bids them goodnight and lets them know he’ll get them anything they need to be comfortable for the next few days while Aether works on Dew’s arm.

As soon as he leaves, Aether turns to Dew. He wants more than anything to scoop the little ghoul up in his arms and shower him in kisses, but he knows better than to jostle his bad arm. At any rate, Dew hates to be fussed over.

“How do you feel?” Aether chances, popping the cap of his water bottle and handing it to Dew along with a couple painkillers. 

Dew snorts, avoiding Aether’s eyes. “Like absolute dogshit,” he answers, blunt as always, before swallowing the pills and chugging half of Aether’s water.

“Alright then,” he motions to the compression shirt Dew still has on. “Let’s get this thing off of you so I can work on getting some of the swelling down.”

It isn’t easy, but they work together to hold Dew’s tender shoulder steady while Aether slowly peels the fabric from Dew’s body. Dew winces as he finally pulls his arm out of the sleeve, and Aether presses an apologetic little kiss to Dew’s temple.

The kiss seems to break some of the tension, and Dew’s body sags. He looks up at Aether with a sad little frown on his face. He looks guilty. “Sorry, Aeth…” he starts. “I know I should have said something before it got this bad…” he trails off.”

Aether shakes his head, tells Dew not to worry, that he’ll have him fixed up in no time. Jokes that thanks to his bum shoulder, they get to lounge around in Copia’s suite for two days in a king sized bed and in the jacuzzi tub. Says that if they play their cards right, Copia will probably even let them call for room service to their hearts’ content. The mention of room service seems to lighten Dew’s mood even further.

Meanwhile, Aether works Dew’s shoulder, pressing feather light touches to sensitive flesh while he focuses his energy on delivering enough quintessence to calm the inflammation. Once he’s satisfied with their progress, Aether pulls away to go draw a hot bath. Before he can go Dew reaches out, grabs his hand and pulls Aether back to him.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Dew says softly, looking up at Aether. He holds Dew’s gaze, contemplating, before leaning in and kissing him on the lips, carding his fingers through Dew’s hair until they’re both humming contentedly against each other. 

Later, Aether sits beside the tub while Dew soaks, periodically working another round of quintessence into Dew’s shoulder as the little ghoul dozes off, finally beginning to relax as the pain goes down thanks to Aether’s ministrations.

Aether helps Dew out of the tub and wraps him in a fluffy bathrobe from the closet. Between the quintessence, the painkillers, and the hot bath, Dew is ready to crash. Aether guides him on wobbly legs to the bed, helping him lay face down into the pillows. From his prone position, Dew wriggles his shoulder.

“Feels better now,” Dew slurs, eyelids fluttering closed. “Can move it now n’everything.” He moves his shoulder in another little circle to demonstrate.

Aether chuckles. He loves to see Dew like this, blissed out and sleepy, he just wishes it were under different circumstances. Aether feels exhaustion pulling on him as well, between the crash of adrenaline after Dew’s injury and the copious amounts of quintessence he pumped into the little fire ghoul, his body is feeling beat. He’ll need rest soon, too.

But first, he climbs onto the bed and straddles Dew’s hips, careful not to press down too hard or to knock into his arm.

“Backrub?” Dew asks, eyes still closed and face pressed into the pillows.

“Backrub,” Aether confirms, leaning in to run his palms up Dew’s back, letting another dose of quintessence bleed from his fingertips into the fire ghoul’s soft skin, paying special attention to his injured shoulder. He massages Dew’s back until the little ghoul is half asleep and purring into the sheets.

Two days later, and they’re back on the road, en route to the next venue, Dew feeling better and set to shred once again, under the caveat that he doesn’t overdo it just yet. Aether has appointed himself Dew’s own personal masseuse. Now, after every ritual, Dew gets a nice, long, quintessence-infused shoulder rub.

Dew is happy to let Aether fuss over him, just this once.

[codgod]

slimeriana gem time \o/ just to clarify again these are nothing to do with the gemcyt au going around i am doing my own thing lol 👍

slime is a nephrite, mariana is a jasper that came out a bit wrong (he’s a little overcooked) and their fusion is bloodstone! bloodstone is shockingly stable all things considered but he does tend to fall apart pretty easily outside of combat situations jhsbjd

i haven’t thought of a weapon for slime yet but mariana’s is a battle axe! i’ll figure out bloodstones after i work out slimes lol

and here’s a link to tazercrafts designs !

[redrabbu]

Commish for ashuu.cos on IG! They making sure you get the BEST show in VIP!

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[dorin-naga]

random tf art

[gummi-stims]

Naked pink furby connect board

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[sean-official]

[jahanmp4]

Something that's been on my mind rent free for a while, was that, yes, technically, q!Etoiles has carried the Code Shield for longer than the broken Code Sword/pieces, but it's absolutely perfect that the part of him that's “corrupted” is the one that carries the shield, aka what he uses to protect himself and protect others.

Even if the Shield's code-like nature started making one with his arm, he's still in perfect control of who he is, it's almost like the corruption has become a physical manifestation of who he is as a person and what he stands for.

A protector

[luck-of-the-drawings]

AND AS IT TURNED OUT, THE THINGS THAT WERE ALONGSIDE ME FROM THE START, REMAINED THERE FOR ME ALONG THE WAY. [inspired by my stuffed rabbit, violet. also inspired by the sunrise of a new day. and inspired by this crazy cool album art]

[guckies]

Minecraft is not normal when you actually think of the mechanics, I was thinking about how qsmp members would carry their things if it was like fantasy mechanics and these are my thoughts so far:

Antoine, Bad and Mouse all use Pocket dimensions because the image of antoine taking out a multiple pics of cucuruchos ass trying to find the right photo is peak comedy

Quackity walks around carrying more things than he needs that occasionally fall out of his hands.

Baghera has a magical satchel because she is the It girl of the server like come on the feds are obliviously obsessed with her

Forever also has a magical backpack but that’s just because he’s the president…

Tubbo has a multitude of backpacks he switches out when they get too full

Pierre has a backpack full of necessities hidden in his most visited places so he’s always prepared but is never actively seen with a backpack

Foolish, Fit and Pac have big rucksacks with all there essential items they need although Pac also carries a small satchel of chemicals because we believe in Scientist Pac supremacy

Mike has a tool box he takes everywhere although you can see him just hauling boxes in and out of the tazercraft train sometimes

Felps has tool belt with two unenchanted pickaxes and torches

Philza he only has two and those are the ones he carries because he barely leaves him home all the other 30 million backpacks are left in a corner until he needs them

Pol has a singular bag but has a big go pro chest like harness for his cameras

Etoiles… how does he fight when carrying the weight of the world on his back… we’ll never know… but that one backpack looks like its about to burst like bro go put things away!!!

Mariana has two birkin bags.

Slimecicle… he just stores it in his body unless he uses the one heavily decorated bag the kids gave him that he always carries

Missa has a tool bet with just some random things like sand in them also it might be magical but no one is really sure least of all Missa

Cellbit’s back is hurting… someone tell him to put some backpack away..

Roier carries two backpacks and a Fanny pack for his peter parker photography moments

Willy wears like an army vest full of wires to make mines but also has a gym bag that everyone’s very weary about

Vegetta. I struggle to ever know how he gets half his things so… BOOM! It’s magic connected to his chests at home…

I definitely haven’t done them all so feel free to add more :]

[spiribia]

My Minecraft oc from circa 2015’s lore was that her mom was a scientist that was trying to develop portals into another theoretical unproven dimension but on the day her mom finally tried to go through a constructed portal something misfired and the portal exploded she vanished entirely, people assumed vaporized. But my oc was like no she is out there and began modifying her moms portal design to try stabilizing it and to go after her into the other dimension where she believed her mom had successfully gone but was trapped because portal blowed up. Well where my oc ended up was Minecraft world, a dimension created because of a gamble between life and death. They couldn’t settle whose domain should expand, so they put a third neutral entity named Nocturne alone in the empty realm they both wanted and agreed whether Nocturne decided to live or die would determine whether this space belonged to Life or Death. Basically nocturne did neither. It could see shadows of both realms of life and death and it created longing, blocky simulacrums of the life it saw (Minecraft). The elder dragon was a manifestation of Nocturne, which she would have to defeat to leave. Also my oc did not find her mom but found a dog she named Dog who i meant to imply was the spirit of her mom. If I redid this today it would probably instead just be a dog her mom sent through the portal to test it out. Nocturne was meant to serve doubly as like a metaphor for grief.

[thechangelingmushroom]

Ooh ouch >:( my bones should cease this

[loverboybrightsideghost]

la cage aux folles musical. that is all.