#behold my cat

[ternwithatmblr]

Fun fact about me. When I was first figuring out my theriotypes, I thought my urge to sunbathe was related to a potential feline theriotype. It's a seal thing for me, though. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean I don't lay on the floor in my livingroom with my cat and soak up the sun. Turtle loves his floor time.

Bonus fun fact: Turtle, my cat, was actually born without a tail. He's just a little guy.

[riathedreamer]

remembered that this photo exists

[shockingshinx12-shinx]

This is based off a Dorohedoro version I saw with Johnson, but tumblr refuses to let you upload more than 1 video in a singular post so I can't post it, and I haven't had access to twitter in MONTHS so I can't link to the OG </3

[themarydragon]

Dude. Same.

[luckyswamps]

[mageoftime]

[explodingstarlight]

doodling teetles

And here are some close-ups (might put them on their own backgrounds one day, but it's 5 AM and I'm tired so):

[syntiment]

Been updating and doing some design work on Aym and Baal because I wasn't 100% satisfied with the first version of their designs.

I'm a lot happier with these ideas hehe...

Aym:

Scarred, fluffier then his twin, and moody like the phases of the moon, he is very reserved and rough around the edges. He doesn't get along well with just about anyone and he is primarily active at night. He doesn't trust easily and acts as Narinder's right hand, the executioner.

Baal:

Calm, collected, and extremely charismatic, just like the sun, she lights up any space she's in, drawing people in with an almost magnetic pull. He is easy to get along with and carries himself with a sense of pride and control. She is outwardly very easy to talk to and acts as Narinder's left hand, the judge.

Together, the twins are the test and deliverance of their God. People spill secrets to one and receive the consequences from the other.

They were given to Narinder as kits and grew under his guidance, molded into the perfect guardians. Bound to Narinder in eternal servitude by the contract engraved into their backs and deeply devoted to him.

Unbeknownst to them, they are the children of Forneus and Paean, a demon who infiltrated Narinder's followers and fell for the gentleness of Forneus, vanishing into the night before his kits were born. Because of their lineage, the twins were born with an affinity for the moon and sun respectively, growing into the vessels of their aspect.

Even after the fall of Narinder from his power and their integration into the Cult of the Lamb, the twins still retain their powers and their devotion to Narinder, though they now have to discover who they are outside of that connection. A long and arduous journey, neither are particularly keen on taking.

[icantbelieveitsnotbomba]

[mxzyuu]

In my head, William is a fluffy fluffy white cat

So here's a very rough sketch of cat!will I guess🥹

[cowboycatss]

the true lives of the fabulous umm.. um. catjoys.. kittyjoys… no the furbulous ??killjoys?? the mew lives of th

[bi-dykes]

Bi kitty cat

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 1: what's lost can be found

"She won't make a sound, alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. She wants to be found, the only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down. So stand in the rain, stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down. You stand through the pain, you won't drown. And one day, what's lost can be found."  -Stand in the Rain by Superchick

Regent Masterlist Part 2

The decayed ghost siren echoed through the abandoned streets of Amity Park's Witching Hours. Its residents were well acquainted with what that sound meant, fear and exasperation a potent (strange) mix to keep them tucked in their homes, their beds, as the Fentonworks building seemed to come alive.  

Of course, figuratively speaking. 

(Nothing was truly alive there anymore.)

Jasmine Fenton had just arrived back from the Infinite Realms, muscles pleasantly sore from training with Pandora and very much looking forward to hugging her little brother before he begun his nightly patrol. The siren caught her attention before she’d stepped fully out of her portal, dread filling her gut like a rock dropped into a lake. 

Oh no. 

Team Phantom were young, no one could ever argue that, with some scars to show for all their battles to protect Amity from those that would claim their haunt- but no one outside the team understood just how paranoid they’d become since Pariah Dark and Dark Dan

The contingencies had begun when Jazz started to remember bits and pieces of a timeline that Danny himself had erased using the reality gauntlet. He’d never told anyone of what had happened, with Freakshow’s plan to make himself ‘ringmaster of all reality’ and all, but Jazz had somehow recalled flashes of sheer panic at watching her little brother accidentally reveal himself as Phantom on live tv, in the Fentonworks kitchen on that little box set. The white rings of light that emerged from his core to switch from half-alive to half-dead and vice versa damned him. 

The elder fentons had gone on the offense immediately, Jack’s screech of ghost! Echoing in the house and they raced down to the lab to get whatever latest weapon they’d built to capture Phantom. 

It didn’t matter that their son was dead, that he had died, that their ‘greatest work’ was Danny’s grave. That Jasmine was…well, she wasn’t entirely human anymore, not when she turned on her heel to follow her progenitors down down down into the darkness, sword tightly grasped in hand as her teal eyes glowed a sickly green.  

She hadn’t hesitated then, to protect her little brother. One slash, two, three

Danny hadn’t known she killed their parents in that timeline. She would never tell him. 

She would never tell him how they hadn’t even noticed her presence, her ever loyal weapon Faithkeeper about to take their lives, how she hadn’t even needed to summon her armor. She would never tell him how they begged for their lives, not to protect their children, but to kill the ghostly menace. 

Danny never knew she’d dumped their corpses in the landfill.

(Right where they belonged.) 

WIth the rewrite of the timeline, reset to the same day of the ill-fated Humpty Dumpty concert, Jack and Maddy Fenton’s deaths were undone, but not the blood on Jasmine’s hands. 

With Danny’s defeat of Pariah Dark, came another revelation. 

Jasmine was still mostly alive. Somehow she’d survived her childhood, but Danny hadn’t. She’d looked away for five minutes, forgotten to lock the lab after their parents left and he’d died for it. 

With the weight of being schrodinger’s hero, could her little brother withstand becoming king of the infinite realms? 

Perhaps not while he was still learning, still gaining his own grip on his strange existence. In time, he would become a great king- one of mercy and benevolence, but he still had a long ways to go. 

Jasmine had borrowed ancient ghost law books from Ghostwriter and locked herself away for three days, cycling between crying for her and Danny, reading through the complicated laws of ye olden times, and writing down her findings- just in case another reality rewrite was due. 

Jasmine had accepted Regency on Danny’s behalf with a grace she didn’t know she possessed. 

It had been a small ceremony, with Danny and his friends present and Pandora, Jasmine’s mentor, acting as sentry as she accepted the Crown of Fire. She knew it was a long road till she could pass it down to its rightful owner, but Jasmine was prepared to shoulder the burden for her little brother. 

Pandora had simply laid one of her many hands on Jasmine’s shoulder with a solemn air, in understanding. There was work to be done before any of them could have peace. (Not even the afterlife was safe from paperwork.)

Her favorite journal contained the scraps of her hope and dreams bound in maroon leather, soft with age and imprinted with every emotion Jazz had unwittingly (and later knowingly) poured into every word. 

Its pages were a kaleidoscope of her life. 

Sure, it began with the soft tinge of curiosity-exasperation-fondness, some sentiment of better times before her progenitors began working on that damned portal, constructing the future grave of their son without the slightest clue. 

The emotions began turning a darker turn when the work turned into an obsession. Jazz had plunged into her schoolwork and part-time jobs to afford whatever was needed for the siblings to survive, fondness becoming slowly poisoned by anger. Anger for the portal. Anger for the food other kids had, that they didn’t have to work so hard for. Anger that she knew what starving felt like. 

Anger that she was so weak. 

Then the day of Danny’s death. 

The darkest part of her history, the last embers of her hopes and dreams, of the siblings escaping smothered. Danny’s death scream forever etched into her brain. 

(It should’ve been her.) 

She hated those pages of her journal, the emotions of grief-anger on her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to rip them out. No more than she could destroy the confessions of protect-rage-grief, the confessions of the darker timeline she shouldn’t remember. 

On very last page was the contingency plan Jazz herself had created.

Code Graverobber.

That siren wasn’t any ordinary ghost siren, no, it was the one Tucker had programmed himself- it was the quickest way to alert every member of Team Phantom and Tucker had made sure that none of them could mistake it for a Fenton ghost alarm. No, Code Graverobber was in effect. 

Phantom had been captured by the elder Fentons. 

(Fate has a way of setting itself right.) (Death wants its due.) With a bleeding, sobbing and vivisected Danny cradled in her arms, Jazz left Amity Park behind for what she prayed to the Ancients was forever. The Fentons died that night, though the official records would claim they were killed in a explosion due to the highly unstable inventions they created, taking the lives of their children as well. No one really dug around in the wreckage of Fentonworks, not for the bodies of the family within, with the chance of another explosion happening should rubble be shifted the wrong way. 

Jack and Maddie Fenton died.. 

But Jasmine and Danny Nightingale lived on, in Gotham City.

The last of those three days she spent locked in her room, Jasmine wrote a letter to a future version of herself, tucked inside one of her favorite books now lost in the destruction of Fentonworks. To my future self, Forget me in your happiness.    Love, your past

A/N: BEHOLD!

Ahem. This is the original chapter 1 that I never finished or published. It's not my favorite or my best, but I unburied it for the 300 milestones. Thanks for reading!

[vixstarria]

Received a little Batstarion from the wonderful @icybluepenguin today. ^_^ This guy flew halfway around the world to get here.

Here he is making friends with a local druid. (Don't worry, the druid is very gentle and Batstarion was not harmed)

I love him and will cherish him always, thank you! 🥰

[tetrangel]

(cartoon boing sfx)

[corvarrow]

I'm currently trying to finish this sketchbook before the end of the year (got 20 pages left of 120) and randomly decided to draw Sybil from Pseudoregalia, since I played it over the weekend. Very short game but pretty fun!