#but I’m tryin!

[brokenmercy]

Practice between reqs…..who is this freak

[lunarcrown]

Another rarepair snack bc it wouldn’t get out of my head!!!!!!

Bigb letting etho touch his creaking heart, how sweet :9 it’s etho’s turn to cause fluster!!!

[whisperwillyou]

Some misc. Hunters for the soul

Ignore the one where he’s standing in the rain. I briefly forgot that rain in the demon realm boils. I just wanted to draw wet fabric lmao

Especially amusing considering I’m one of the people that does not agree with the widely accepted headcanon that Hunter is immune to the boiling rain.

[ahbogman]

healing hands❤️‍🩹

@503week

[lidera-aro]

Imagine Odysseus taking one of those ‘who is your godly parent?’ Test(for fun ofc)

He gets Athena, and it’s rlly fluffy, happy mentor-mentee moment-

Until Hermes see that

He weeps(dramatically, ofc) so shocked about such a betrayal, Athena how dare you steal my great-grandson??

[rennyrose]

Your Livio/Razlo is the primary version in my brain. I see canon manga LivRaz and I'm like. Who is that again? Your art just has such a delicious weight to it, no matter who you're drawing. Everyone just feels so alive!

Shiooooooot sometimes I think I walk a fine line between keeping it cannon and OC-ifying them lolololol- I’m glad you like em tho-!

I offer some Liv studies-

[withclawandvine]

i don’t like to engage in ship wars or make anti-posts, so i’ll probably delete this but lately i can’t stop thinking about “i want to see her. just once. just — to know. … if she’s worth fighting for” versus azriel being ready to square tf up the second the possibility of a duel was mentioned

[creative-robot]

I know The Founders Cut, generally, is the edited scrubbed over version of genloss from Showfall in-universe (as well as a not-8-hour-long-three-stream-binge-night whenever we want to watch it again) but something that struck me as odd and I haven’t seen anyone mention yet, is this warning

It shows up right at the junction where the third act starts, where it appears the Hero is breaking free of Showfall thanks to Hetch. But here’s the thing, while a LOT less than the previous acts the audience still played a significant role in this act, even when really only given two audience interaction choices. Which makes me wonder, how real is this warning, and who is it for? Obviously the audience involved knows what happens past this point, but the audience is also implied to be an integral part of the Social Experiments, which is part of why things start to tweak out when the Founder removes them in the Founder Cut as the Generation Loss generation loses.

My first thought, was that obviously this is another bait and switch, a way to draw the audiences attention, seeing something that’s secret, something that’s not “meant for them”, which is a tactic I could see Showfall using in universe to keep people’s attention and add an air of mystery to their shows.

But

Showfall is doing all their experiments and these shows with a LOT of help from their censors to show it off, displaying a fun silly show that is definitely not uber fucked up and that is 100% just slime don’t worry about it, it’s kid friendly if it’s green! And I don’t think they’d want to bet all their cards on this one experiment doing well enough to their audience to not question the sudden shift in tone that follows this warning. Which makes me wonder.

They did their test, they did their experiment, and the evidence of this last act? I think it was a one time run, they don’t want anyone seeing this, it isn’t for the audience. Act three is specifically to both test and play with their Hero, Hetch’s new lines add a level to this, never once does he call the Hero by their name, just refers to Ranboo as their Role, and he’s not exactly. Nice? About literally any of Ranboos concerns, which wouldn’t really seem conductive to making an audience trust him, especially with his monologue at the end. Ranboo has escaped before, possibly right before act 1 started, they tightened the security on his mask to be unremovably part of them, Hetch doesn’t like the Hero but they’re a fan favorite so he can’t just get rid of them.

Act three is the cumulation of Ranboo being punished for things they don’t remember, for daring to break free from Showfalls control, this is Hetch taking the Hero and essentially majorly fucking and manipulating them to take his frustration out on a fan favorite they can’t otherwise get rid of or give a smaller role like Slimecicle. which is exemplified by the fact that we now know Charlie most likely was never able to actually able to fully snap out of the control, that even in act three in panic and confusion there was at least still a part of him being influenced by Showfall.

So the first two acts are the usual show, they have their posters, they have Squiggles to introduce them, they have goofs and silliness and only a couple slip ups that’re quickly dealt with, the usual rose tinted curtains. Act three?

Do not watch the following material

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 242

   He looks the same as he had that fateful day, a storm raging around him and risking sending the ship down into the abyss. Hair whipping in the wind as the sky roars its deadly challenge echoed by the beasts they all sought to bring down those centuries ago. 

   It looks just as human as they- that is to say not at all, not anymore. A body twisted, sand and lightning melding into a molten sea ever-expanding. Its eyes as gold as the treasure it guards, brilliant blues and greens dancing across bodies in sigils unknown. 

   It looks exactly as it did that time ago, smile dancing on its lips as the sky opened up in torrents, like blood gushing from a wound. “You’re free to go,” it says, in words they understand and words they don’t. “You don’t have to stay here any longer.” 

   “Where will we go?” They ask, so very tired of this eternal battle, of being trapped in crashing waves and storms of water and sand. Being tossed one way and the other, never able to go home, for home was gone long ago. 

   It looks up, their own gaze following, the ship crashing through the dredges of a storm they had thought eternal. And for the first time in eternities, they see them. The stars. Dancing and dripping from a serpentine form that cradles the Sun and Moon, smiling down to the beast and them alike. 

   And so, they take from the seas, and take to the stars instead. 

[strawberrylind]

couplea underfellers

[floralcrematorium]

i’m gonna be so real with you

even though they’re my favorite, half the reason i never draw fruk is i don’t understand arthur’s fuck ass haircut

[kamalemons]

anyway. Have some pmd2 doodles

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 1- Race against the Clock!

No promises that there’ll be an illustration for everyday, but I wanna try to do that!

Warnings: hypothermia

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The snowflakes blew sporadically as the men from different eras trekked up the mountain. Wind howled in their ears, blowing the snow into their eyes and making the sky and land around them a blinding white. Though Talon was bundled up nicely in the winter clothes he bought, the cold nipped at his round nose and the tips of his ears despite being covered in ear gloves. His fingers and toes were already numb and he blew on his cold gloves in a desperate attempt to warm himself. The group had been traveling the mountain for a good hour now, yet it felt like they were going nowhere. The violent winds blew them to and fro, making walking up an already steep climb harder than it needed to be. Talon was far behind everyone of course; he wasn’t exactly fit for trekking in the mountains unlike the others. Even Linebeck, the man who only sailed on the seas, was pretty far ahead, walking beside Rusl who kept checking behind him worriedly. Talon sighed as he gave a reassuring wave to his dear friend, continuing to shiver as he trudged his way through the snow, which was half-way up his calf.

His foot slipped on the icy snow beneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground. Talon groaned as he forced himself to stand, his calves burning something awful from marching uphill. He only watched as the others continued on, giving himself a much needed break from the strain. Though calling for the others to stop would’ve been smart, he was out of breath, and the wind was so loud that the men most likely wouldn’t have heard him anyways. All he did was watch as the others turned into tiny dots and falling to his knees to give his poor calves a moment of rest. He didn’t know how long he was kneeling on the ground before he heard Rusl tumbling down the mountain to reach him. The man skidden to a halt on his back when he was at Talon’s side, a look of worry on his face.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his nose and cheeks flushed as he panted heavily.

“I’m fine, I just needed rest,” Talon said, just as breathless as Rusl.

Rusl let out a sigh of relief, patting his shoulder. “I thought you were hurt or somethin’. Next time, tell us so we can stop!”

“As if y’all could ever hear me in this storm,” Talon grumbled, but Rusl, funnily enough, didn’t hear him. The two slowly walked up the hill, catching up to the others who were waiting on a flatter area to Talon’s relief.

“Is everything alright?” Leon asked, and Talon groaned.

“I’m fine! I just needed a break!” He snapped, and Leon gave him a surprised look.

“I was just wondering, I don’t want to unintentionally leave anyone behind on this mountain,” he explained, and Talon sighed, laying on his back in the snow, but immediately regretting it when snowflakes fell into his eyes.

“I think we’re all just cold and tired,” Rusl started, clearly trying to ease the nerves, “we could all use a break.”

“I normally would, but I don’t want to get hypothermia,” Leon argued, “I’m afraid this is no safe place to take breaks. We need to find shelter before it gets dark.”

“Are we sure even going up the mountain is a good idea?” Benji cut in, sitting on the ground along with Talon. “How do we know our boys are up there?”

“We don’t. But I’d rather have the chance to find them than to do nothing.”

“Why don’t we just wait in the town?” Benji continued to argue.

“Because we might miss them, now stop complaining and get a move on!” Leon yelled, his patience clearly growing thin. Talon almost felt bad for snapping at him earlier, but he only stood up, forcing his aching legs to move with Leon.

Though he wanted to rest, Leon was right. It was too dangerous for them to spend too much time outside. It was freezing and the winds were vicious. And though he didn’t know if it was possible, the threat of an avalanche was apparent in his mind.

The men continued on in silence (or Talon at least assumed they were silent since he couldn’t hear a darn thing), with Talon quickly falling behind again. They weren’t walking uphill anymore, with the land flat and covered in white trees, but they were getting closer to the steeper part of the mountain, and Talon was dreading it. Soon, the crunchy snow beneath his feet grew slippery, and several times Talon nearly fell as his foot slid from him. He cursed under his breath the third time it happened, not understanding why he was constantly falling.

“Hey–” he started, trying to get the other’s attention, but a crack interrupted him, and he felt his blood run colder than the air around him. Smaller crackles of ice threatening to break beneath him were growing louder, and he froze in fear.

No wonder why this land was so flat. They were walking on top of a lake, and Talon was about to fall right into it.

“Talon! You ok, buddy?” He heard Rusl call, and he wildly gestured for Rusl to stay away.

“D-don’t! The ice!” He tried to explain with his flustered thoughts, and Rusl frowned.

“Ice?”

“Th-the ice! We’re walking on ice—” The ground beneath him suddenly gave way, plunging him into ice cold water. Talon panicked as the cold numbed him to the bone, and he instinctively flailed his arms to get out of the water, but he hit more ice blocking his way to the surface.

I’m dead, was his first thought as he pounded on the ice, desperately trying to find the hole he fell through despite the cold making his limbs go numb. Luckily, someone grabbed him and pulled him up, so he wasn’t under for long, but his face and wet clothes hitting the freezing winds made his mind shut down.

“Oh goddesses,” he heard someone say, but he didn’t know who. He was being dragged but he didn’t know where; he heard shouting and panicked cries, but he didn’t know what they were saying. All he could feel was the ice growing on his wet hair and clothes, slowly shutting his body down. He was suddenly so…. Tired….

“Come on Talon, stay with me buddy!” A few pats to his cheek caused him to shoot his eyes open and he spotted Rusl over him.

“Get him out of the clothes,” he heard Linebeck command, but Leon seemed opposed.

“Are you crazy? We can’t leave him bare!”

“They’re making him colder! Just do it!”

“What do you suggest we do next? We don’t have anything to wrap him up with!”

“Just build a fire you idiot!”

“Guys, arguing won’t help!” Rusl cut in, “he needs help and fast!”

Talon heard more arguing as he shivered violently, his breathing getting more and more shallow and rapid as he grew colder and colder.

“Just stay awake, buddy. Please,” Rusl pleaded as he took off Talon’s gloves, cupped them in his own bare hands, and blew on them to warm them up. The men began to frantically move; building a fire near a tree that wouldn’t get blown away in the wind, getting Talon’s wet clothes off of him, and boiling snow to give him something warm to drink. Rusl continued to warm his fingers, but Talon didn’t miss his friend’s own fingers and lips turning blue. It was a terrible situation—for Talon, for Rusl, for everyone. Why couldn’t he be faster? Or smarter, or something. Why was he always such a burden?

“Are you folks alright?”

Talon heard the voices of two people he didn’t recognize. He saw Rusl turn his head to see them, and he heard Leon desperately explaining the situation. A man spoke with a strange accent, then a woman spoke, then he saw a Hylian man step into his vision, holding a glowing red fruit. He knelt down, giving Rusl a dirty look before putting the fruit in a cup and lifting up Talon’s head.

“Here, this’ll help,” he said, bringing the cup to his lips.

“What is that?” Rusl asked, and the man shot him another dirty look.

“A fire fruit. Helps with raising body temperature. Why didn’t you have any while traveling this mountain?”

“I–Uh… Well,” Rusl stammered, clearly baffled at the rude behavior.

“We’re not from around here,” Leon jumped in. “I didn’t know that type of fruit even existed.”

The man seemed to noticeably shift his attitude when talking to Leon, and he nodded. “That’s fine. They don’t grow around here so it makes sense.” The drink was finally poured into Talon’s mouth, the warmth immediately spreading through his entire body. His chest was warm and his shivering died down a little. The man gave him a warm smile and gave Leon another nod.

“You guys can stay at our cabin, that oughta help him warm up.”

“Oh, I… thank you,” Leon sputtered, clearly not expecting such hospitality.

“Of course,” the man helped lift Talon onto his feet, with Talon leaning heavily into him. “Let’s get you guys out of this storm.”

[aurorasgate]

it’s been an absolute shit day. could i perhaps bother anyone to share something sweet with me? doesn’t matter what it is, could be something that happened to you recently like seeing a cute duck or something, i don’t mind. i just don’t want to keep freaking crying over today