#at least 15 hours

[immanenteffigy]

Sort of kind of a panel redraw 😳

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

his therapist woulda had a field day at their next appointment

[gomzdrawfr]

Soul Marks

"I had a different place in mind..."

part 1 here :]

:･ﾟ✧Bonus ✧･ﾟ:

[crystal-mouse]

City on the edge of caramelldansen~✨

reblogs are welcome, please do not repost!

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[oh-no-its-bird]

The Hatake Clan of the year 1798, 2 years before Konoha's founding

7 / 21 accounted for (I'll make the others, or possibly beg someone to share their own with me, as I go along)

Close ups:

+ Bonus designs as I think about political machinations :

"when I looked it up, the wiki says that Iron country actually has little to no shinobi, and instead use samurai?

So, like, incooperating that, thinking that they ultimately ditch it for fire bc in 1789, the new daimyo (who is only 15 and being puppeted by his mother, the previous Daimyo's concubine, who also comes from a big samurai family) basically tells all the existing shinobi clans in iron (of which there are very few and generally keep to themselves out in the wilds) that they need to either leave, stop being shinobi alltogether, or come sit at the foot of the throne like good boys and sign some fun funky new contracts with the new daimyo heavily restricting their every move

like 2 years later Konoha is founded and the Hatake, who were looking for a way to get out of their situation, took the opportunity and ran"

Anyways I haven't slept in almost 24 hours, like holy shit, but I need everyone to look at his face tho:

He can do no wrong

[anxiousapplepie]

'Bouta find out if asks have a character limit. Oh neat, they don't! Have a scenario that's been haunting me but that I probably won’t have the time or perfectionism restraint to draw. It’s not as funny this way because a lot of this non-existent comic is carried by facial expressions and body language, but oh well. :p

In the multiverse where all the Role!Swap AUs collide, the first point of contact is between Fighter!Siffrin and Traveler!Isabeau. They happily greet each other, thinking they’d found their respective Isa/Sif, and ask simultaneously, “Where did you get the cool new out…fit…?” trailing off as it dawns on them that there are differences that can’t be explained (such as hair length). Then Sif notices the most important impossible change and points between their rectangular earring and Isa’s, and is like, “?? Third? Earring???” When that info hits Isa’s brain he takes it about as gracefully as you’d expect. Which is to say he panics and sputter-yells, “BONDING EARRING?!” as loud as possible.

The yelling attracts a concerned Researcher!Sif and an understandably confused Cook!Isa, who arrive at the same time. Cue them doing the ‘Spidermen pointing at each other’ meme.

While Fighter!Sif is busy being confused by Researcher!Sif’s eye, the Researcher— who’s probably the 2nd most likely Siffrin to know what bonding earrings are (most likely being the Housemaiden?)— points at their own ear and silently stares at Traveler!Isa with something like stunned horror on their face. And Traveler!Isa is, like, genuinely a few seconds from passing out.

I'm not sure how to wrap up this scene other than either Cook!Isa or Fighter!Sif looking at the other and— in an attempt at humor to cope with the situation they’ve found themselves in— saying, “If we kissed right now would that be funny or what?” And/or Traveler!Isa actually passing out. 😂

Even beyond this scenario, I can’t help but imagine the devastation that the Fighter & Cook couple would do to the Siffrin/Isa ecosystem. 😆

YOU. WHY DID YOU GIVE ME THIS IDEA WHY DID YOU PUT THIS IN MY HEAD Now I'm gonna be thinking about this for the rest of the night bECAUSE GOOD GRIEF WITH A SIDE ORDER OF SWEET POTATO CHIPS I want to draw this so bad The expressions would be so funny and the penny dropping and the comedic timing and want to bully Traveler!Isabeau so much MATE what have you done to me!!!! WHAT IS THIS WIGGLY BRAINWORM OF A COMIC IDEA YOU HAVE CURSED ME WITH Also the Fighter&Cook couple would absolutely destroy the Siffrin/Isabeau ecosystem like a nuke on an unsuspecting anthill and SO many lives are gonna change in a single swoop My buddy my pal, I'm holding you responsible if you are the reason why the dozen other comic and drawing projects I've got lined up in my brain get delayed. I'll trust you to give me my child support. I WILL blame you for everything if it happens in less than a week./silly and aggrieved

[rowebug]

the live action ninjago movie but its just two guys playing with the character minifigures

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 15: Starvation

cw: drugging, substance dependency, starvation, emeto, sorta dehumanization, dissociation, nonsexual nudity, vague deathwish

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 537

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He can no longer sit up on his own.

Too weak. In the sparse moments where he's coherent enough to think, the spy knows they're tapering off his rations. Hunger crawls up from his stomach like a swarm of ants, leeching what little strength remains.

He It is always trapped in a haze, but the haze is no longer big enough. It aches all day, unable to even sleep until someone brings another water bottle. Pain consumes its leg, hunger shivers in its bones. When guards pass by, it begs them for water, not food, wanting only to numb it all.

Sometimes they comply, but it's rarely enough. Are they taking away its relief too? Or has it built a tolerance to the drug?

(the thought terrifies the spy when he can comprehend it; the thought of never returning to himself)

It can hardly move. It doesn't want to move. When the stubborn thing inside tries to lift its head, there is only dizziness, more pain, a fleeting fear that this may be the end.

The creature wants none of that. No thoughts, no senses, only the drug that allows it to sleep.

They bring it water and it drinks and nothing happens. No fog, no sudden emptiness. It whimpers into the concrete for hours or days.

The bring it water and it drinks.

(no food)

It can't stop shivering, nausea twisting its empty stomach.

(why can't you do something why can't you move why couldn't you have held fast)

They don't bring it water.

Two guards, it can see them through hazy vision. Its eyes hurt, its head aches.

(this is different)

They grab its arms, dragging it out of the cell, bad leg howling, utter agony, creature howling with it, voice weak

(pathetic, could've ran, could've done something)

the movement and pain and nausea and dizziness are all too much after it's been allowed to feel nothing for so long and it heaves up nothing, bile on its tongue, tears in its eyes. They drag it somewhere and it hurts it hurts it hurts.

(could've turned it down)

would've died

(would've been better)

They have to hold it up, hands around and under its arms. Someone else is talking at it, but it doesn't matter. It hurts and it's cold, colder than the cell was.

(when did they take his clothes?)

It tries to vomit again, left with a sour string of spit clinging to its chin. Over, it just wants it to be over, just wants it to—

Its head jerks up so quickly it sees spots when it hears the snap of a bottle opening. The new person is holding it out

(smirking)

It tries to reach for the bottle, can't shake itself free of the hands, trapped. It can't make sense of the stream of words pouring from its mouth, but it can't stop them either.

pleasepleasepleaesithurtspleaseithurts

(you were supposed to be better than this you were supposed to endure–)

The man laughs.

“Damn. Guess you really can do a number on a guy without lifting a finger.” He screws the cap back on, ignoring the creature's despairing whine.

“Put him back for now. I think he's almost ready for some questions.”

[nuttersincorporated]

When the merch you want doesn’t exist so you channel your inner Mabel and Dipper to make it yourself.

I needle felted Bill Cipher to the back of my denim jacket! Mabel would like that I’m designing my own clothing and Dipper would like the fact I used a code.

In Theraprism code, the top text says ‘I’m fine’ and the bottom text says ‘Want to make a deal?’

[chick-it-out]

hi hello. i made stained glass

[tennessoui]

emerging from a fugue state just in time for wip wednesday

Vokara Che sits down across the desk from him with a pinched expression on her face. “I was under the impression that Master Kenobi called for this appointment, Master Skywalker.”

He did. Or, more precisely, his healing portal account did. Which Anakin accessed and then used to type out a missive in his master’s voice requesting to meet as soon as possible.

“Right, well,” Anakin says, shifting in his seat. “Something came up.”

Che does not look impressed. “Be that as it may,” she says delicately, “I am unable to discuss a patient’s medical history with a third party if the third party is neither present at the time nor has given me direct permission to do so.”

Anakin stares, feeling the first flickerings of real, dangerous fury well up in his gut. “But,” he says carefully. “He’s still sick. He, uh. Told me about it. And then we found a solution. To the problem.”

“The problem,” Che repeats, tilting her head and looking at Anakin as if she’s intent on studying him. 

“The hanahaki,” he spits. It’s a disgusting word. It’s one of the worst words he’s ever learned, and he can’t believe she’s making him say it. He can’t believe she’s being so—so cold when he’s telling her that Obi-Wan is still ill, that Obi-Wan is still dying, that Obi-Wan needs to be here to see her and he’s not. “Look,” he adds, leaning forward in his chair, “a few months ago a series of files were uploaded accidentally to my healing portal, but they were notes from one of Obi-Wan’s appointments. They were your notes from Obi-Wan’s visit. I know you know I know.”

Vokara Che looks at him and then looks down at the datapaad in front of her, lips thinned and lekku twitching. “I must apologize then,” she says, swiping through the files in front of her until she finds something that she lingers on. Her fingers dance across the screen of the datapaad, then it goes dark. “For the breach in ethicacy that you and Master Kenobi both experienced because of the Halls of Healing. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Master Skywalker. All files that were incorrectly uploaded have been deleted from your healing portal.”

Anakin looks at her and bites his cheek hard enough to bleed so that he doesn’t start screaming instead.

[oobbbear]

Ah yes story but no plot no lore just vibes

[internetaddict104]

Tbh this was the only thing I could think of when 15 and Rogue first met

[wildglitch]

Im 2 hours and a half away from debating infront of my class for 30 minutes. Im so fucked

[suntails]

silruggie seepy nation