#bouncing ideas in my head

[josnhoes]

So as I mentioned I'm big hyperfocused on borderlands right now. And I really wanna write for it. I'm not exactly full of ideas right now. But here is a thing.

Tw yandere

Sacau (self aware cult au)- reader it the progenitor to sirens and all living things. God of Life, Death, and everything in-between. Eridians in a desperate play to keep you for themselves lock you away in a sort of virtual reality. That virtual reality is the irl dimension. After being in it too long (since the eridians ya know die they can't let you out of the vault) your time as a God is lost to you. All you remember is the virtual life. (This is where you can add either reader knows of the borderlands world because of a game or they simply don't know anything.)

Queue the Vault hunters freeing reader. And no one realizes at first that reader is *the* God. Sirens can sense something about you but the instinct of know who you are is long lost to them, just like the origins of their powers.

Everyone follows the stories of you, *everyone*. There had been many attempts to find reader, some wanting to harness reader's God hood for power and favor while keeping you in a golden cage. Some want nothing more then to bask in your attention, to feel loved and cared for.

Some sirens fully believe they descend from you. And as such they have the biggest right to you, and they will do anything to have you with them.

All problems for later you since as far as everyone in the Crimson raiders and you are concerned your just a person. No divinity just some little guy (gn) who tried their hand at vault hunting and got trapped. So you just vibe. They help you where they can but the raiders are always pretty busy.

It's when your first real injury is seen and you blood is gold that things change. The Raiders do their best to keep it secret. To treat you like they had been but now everyone pays a little too much attention to you. If the information slips though you'll have far bigger problems then Lilith mother henning you and Tannis begging for Blood samples.

[pepperchanart]

Autumn background I made of the cephalopods!

Now I want apple pie :/

[koifee]

Baby blue 🔵

[huginsmemory]

Been thinking about how Bill legitimately had a horrifying reason (the literal progressive disintegration of the nightmare realm that erases whatever it disintegrates from existence completely) to move himself and his crew into a new dimension. Like that's terrifying. And yet he never utilizes this to his favour. He could have been honest about this with Ford, and you KNOW as long as Bill didn't mention plans of overtaking the earth, Ford would've made the portal for him, both out of Ford's own interest and because Ford when faced with these big moral questions will pull through. But this is a card Bill NEVER plays because although he needs to leave the dimension, he cannot lose face. He can't put aside his pride and admit to the humility that he needs to flee from his dimension, that he's not actually all powerful. And so instead he pretends to be a muse and when Ford figures out something else is going on, instead of being open and humble and saying that his dimension is unravelling, Bill focuses on that he's going to over take earth, that he's actually been a monster all along, surprise Ford!

And part of it is definitely because Bill's built himself up on power and violence and to grovel and earnestly ask for help, to admit that he cannot stop the unraveling of his dimension completely invalidates that; showing vulnerability? Can't do that, even under the guise of lying to get his way. And part of it makes you wonder if it's also a form of self-sabotage, because underneath his deep denial Bill is guilty over what he occurred; he sees himself as a monster and so he'll be that monster, and having people recognize that feels good in the same way that pressing a bruise feels good. But it makes you wonder what would've happened if Bill even just was open about his dimension unravelling and had lied about overtaking the earth.

It's also interesting because although Bill has SOME charisma and can manipulate people decently well (as evidenced by his cult, and pandering to people's desires with Ford, Mabel and Blendin), he refuses to be vulnerable, refuses to not be true to his off-putting self, even when if he was just vulnerable of pretended to not be himself, to put aside the (false) pride he has in himself he would've gotten a portal by now. and part of me wonders if it's because it's this false pride that built on insecurity and denial on who he is he cannot drop that mask.

Further thoughts on this!

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

I know a lot of people have drawn Astarion in the Fallen Angel pose but I think it suits Wyll just as nicely, especially considering his story arc & relationship with his father

[demigods-posts]

i have this headcanon that percy and annabeth are raging accidental flirts. but not with each other. like. they'll go to the coffee shop on fifteenth street. and compliment the barista on his hair and clothes and tip really well. but only for him. and they have no idea this boy is absolutely swooning over them. or. each time they to go the bakery downtown. they take the time to converse with the waitress at the counter as they eat her homemade muffins. and are incredibly vocal about how she's their favorite server. and how much they enjoy seeing her. and suddenly they're the only two customers that can get her services for free. except, they just think she's like that with everyone.

[ar-mage-ddon]

new game+

[wwraithsart]

Another splatoon weapon idea! This one's a splatana based on a lip gloss applicator. I was thinking its gimmick could be that it could hold a charge, and the lip gloss tube could function like a scabbard, idk. The tradeoff for that would probably be having shorter range than the wiper.

I don't have any ideas for the name though so feel free to suggest something!

[buggachat]

I NEED Chat Noir vs Hello Kitty to be the catgirls poll finale. I need it so bad. I can’t stop thinking about it. At that point I genuinely wouldnt even care who won just the concept of chat noir making it to the finale vs hello kitty would make my entire year

[pachnychnyszek]

has anyone done this yet

[cinnamon-flame]

I'm trying to figure out a Winter design that I like, this one is okay but I feel like I can do better

[rocktavian]

One of the things I appreciate about Hollow Knight is the subtle distinctions in the design of each area of the map, and the way that those differences have such an impact on the moment-to-moment feel of being in those places.

What particularly resonates with me is the shades of difference between the three remotest major regions of the map: Deepnest, the Ancient Basin, and Kingdom's Edge. All three share an overall hostile and unsettling feeling, but their respective airs of menace manifest in different ways:

Deepnest wants you dead. Its tunnels are dark, mazelike, and claustrophobic, and when you're in them you're being hunted. Dirtcarvers attack from the ground, Little Weavers attack from the sky. You can't trust the floor to hold beneath your feet. You can't trust a corpse to stay dead. You can't trust your own reflection. Deepnest wants to back you into a corner and eat you and it will not let you forget it.

The Ancient Basin is dead. Airless, nearly empty, nearly silent. In most of the region, the only life you will see is Shadow Creepers, slow and mindless creatures that (per the Hunter's Journal) have never been known to eat or drink. If you dig deep enough you can find the vestiges of life – a lighthouse long abandoned, the vast emptiness where a palace once stood – but even these are few and far between. If the Ancient Basin were to blink into nonexistence, who but you would ever notice?

Kingdom's Edge does not care whether you live or die. Everything in this region is primal and inexorable. It's carved out of irregular cliff faces and yawning chasms over pits of acid. The Hoppers march incessantly forward, turning around occasionally but never stopping or changing their behavior; the Colosseum is equally perpetual, a continuous baying for blood that dumps its corpses ceaselessly into the pits below. Kingdom's Edge will not attack you, but nor will it protect you. Faced with the onslaught of Aspids and Belflies and stalactites, you can carve out a space (as Oro did), or you can get overwhelmed and succumb (as Markoth did). Either way – whether you live or you die – it's your own fault.

The experiences of being in each of these places is totally different. But all three give me that skin-crawling curiosity of "I'm not supposed to be here, but I can't look away."

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Killer: ughh my headd

Killer: where-

Killer:

Killer: oh

Killer: oh no

[mazeyphaedra]

ON THE PRECARIOUS POWER OF DIVINITIES AND THE PARASITIC POTENTIAL OF BELIEVERS

Fantasy High, Prompocalypse Part 2 // Darshana Suresh, Howling at the Moon // Fantasy High: Junior Year, Infernal Conflict // Christina Im, On Loving Helen // Andy Warhol, Are You Different? (Positive) // Fantasy High: Junior Year, The Name // Dacia Maraini, Dreams of Clytemnestra // Marina Abramović & Uwe Laysiepen, Rest Energy // Fantasy High: Junior Year, Infernal Conflict // Gustave Doré, The Judas Kiss // Fantasy High: Junior Year, Infernal Conflict // Anne Carson, An Oresteia

[ar-mage-ddon]

rusted starlight

[celeryguy]

It’s a little outdated since I’ve cleaned it up more, but here’s a very small clip of the animation

(Don’t expect the rest of the animation to be that smooth lol, I like to indulge myself a little with bits and bobbles of smoother animation)