#but i'm proud of it dammit

[notaclassicist]

so uh it's my turn i guess

(inspired ofc by @two-bees-poetry, our pioneer and idol)

[minhosblr]

The only singer ever!

[queeriboh]

Merry Christmas with the Kaibas 🎄🌟

[wormandzeewriting]

Endure.

I know you're tired. I know it hurts.

The cracked skull, the goggles,

Her missing anchor.

I know. I know the grief will be hard.

Living will be hard. I know this to be true.

But- Hey, no. Look at me.

Wipe your eyes, look at me.

I'm asking you to endure.

I'm asking you to endure the memories,

To endure the aching in your scars.

The pounding in your head,

The ink staining your clothes.

I'm asking you to be strong, for me.

For her memory. Just her memory.

Look at me. Please, look at me.

Wipe your eyes.

It will be hard without her.

I know, I know. It will be hard to go on.

It will be hard to find purpose.

But we have to.

And- No, look at me. Please.

Believe me, I know. I know you're a monster.

But that doesn't change anything now.

We just need to keep going.

Wipe your eyes. Take my hand.

I'm not asking you to be strong.

I'm asking you to keep living.

Keep remembering, keep growing.

Keep enduring.

It hurts like nothing before, I know.

Stand with me. Walk. Breath, slowly.

Come inside. We have much to do.

[prince-dolls]

My first regret purchase and turning it around!

Warning- this got a little long lol. Doll transformation pics at the end!!

Soo, over a month ago I finally received a doll that I've been waiting for for weeks, but what was supposed to be a happy day turned into dread as I realised that I did not like her. Now, no shade to anyone who has her and loves her! I hope you do, since she deserves it. She's just not for me.

It shouldn't have been that way; I did my research and waited for two weeks before ordering it to make sure it wasn't just an impulse buy. I looked trough all the pictures and I loved them.

It just wasn't meant to be, I guess.

She's been sitting on my desk for over a month. I tried posing her in interesting ways and changing her outfit, but it didn't work. I was scared of personalising and drastically changing her, just in case I decided to resell. But still, nothing worked, and seeing her just filled me with dread and regret. It made me dislike her even more, to the point of not just disappointment over her but actually hating her.

Finally, I decided to talk to my boyfriend about the situation. He doesn't know anything about dolls, but he'll happily listen to me ramble about anything, which is one of the best ways to find solutions (if you don't have a boyfriend, talking to a friend/toy/imaginary person works the same way!). I realised that it was honestly just the doll's head that bothered me. As it happens, I have a doll on the way whose head I could take- I wasn't planning on using it anyway. The neck peg fit, and so I went on to make plans to totally change the doll! The original:

Looking back, she's really not the worst. It was just my regret taking over, but I'm happy I ended up changing her.

Now, for the transformation! I transed the doll hehe^_^ I made this lil edit and fell in love with him instantly. The head is from UfDoll Doremi series. I don't have it yet, but the neck peg fits so I think the head should too. I want him to be a sheep-satyr!

First thing I did was the dye job on his legs. The original white was a little strange to me with the hair tufts. I think the brown gradient looks much nicer, and it makes the hooves so much prettier!

Since I don't have the head yet, the only thing left to do was clothes!

I really like how his outfit came out! I gave him a ring as an anklet and a hair-adornment for his arm. The loincloth is made from an old pair of pants. I made the scarf by sewing a rectangle into a tube and putting a piece of wire inside, so it keeps the shape.

All in all, I'm so happy with him now, he's so much better and I finally love him as he deserves<3

[must-be-mythtaken]

putting this screenshot into my resume

[piko-rose]

Sonic: You're right, Eggman. I can't stop Tails from growing up.

Sonic: ...But I wouldn't miss it for the world.

[notandvm]

to quote twitter me "there should be more dave art i think"

[mori-no-majou]

working on any piece of art after that hbomberguy video like

[asterdeer]

winging the back of this shadow-inspired cardigan is hilarious because yeah crochet hurts my hands so bad it's not even funny and yeah i'm doing something that may not even look good so i may have to tear it all out again and start over. guess what though. still doing it because i can't be bothered with the 20 minutes it would take to chart it out

[shychangling]

know what. I'll post it. I finished Megaman Megamix vol 3. I'm full of emotions and all I can think is to draw out the feelings.

[oogieswife67]

Been having fun with Fellow Honest as a God idea with @twistedtummies2 and I had a random idea for Fellow last night SO

The bedroom of the Fox God was bigger than what any citizen could imagine, but he wasn't done growing. There was blue and green fabrics that draped between the stone columns, blocking anyone's view of the room, while the spacious floor space was covered in blue and orange throw pillows and blue blankets, all of which were from various offerings Fellow got from the people of the land who came to worship and plead for their desires.

Of course, it wasn't just pillows and blankets that he would get. From what one can see just by looking at him- he was getting fed quite well, by both his servants and offerings. His belly was always so big, round, and soft when he'd take the time to rub and make it jiggle. His hips and thighs had got thick too, though a bit harder to see thanks to how his toga would hug his body. Each step he took one could get hypnotized with how his ass would bounce, if one could see it when his tail swayed from side to side.

Now there was this fox God in his bedroom, over two times the height of a man from when he first came to the land from some time ago, quite thick in the belly and hips, and surrounded by a dozen men and women. Were they worshippers? Servants? Even... offerings? One couldn't tell from a glance, but it didn't matter to Fellow. He looked to all the mortals before him, smiling warmly at all of them as he lifted their chins to take a better look at them.

But this wasn't for love... Oh no.

This was for hunger.

The human he was examining first would begin his feast. His mouth opened widely and began to eat them up. The humans around him watched, almost... envious, that it wasn't them that were first eaten by the God. The two mortals that were hugging Fellow's waist would watch and feel that soft belly expand with its first offering. They watched in fascination, and watched the belly move and distort with the mortal trying to get comfortable within the immortal stomach.

Fellow looked satisfied with the start of his dinner, licking his lips and taking this moment to feel the movements within him. His hands felt over his middle gently, then he sees one of the other humans that weren't hugging his waist take his hand, almost like they were begging to be eaten next.

And the God would allow it.

He opened his mouth widely and scarfed down the human, expanding his belly further and making it come even more alive. The humans within him try to get comfortable, but little did they know that they wouldn't be the only ones in the stomach.

The other humans wanted to be eaten so badly! It was like they were under a spell, or hoped that them or their families and friends would be blessed. Fellow found it so amusing...

And oh so tasty.

Fellow would gulp down these humans one-by-one. His belly would expand and strain with the lives that once worshipped or served him. This feeling felt so good. His toga managed to stay together through all this. The humans hugging his waist found their faces smothered with his swollen, active belly.

They didn't realized they were the last to be eaten.

Fellow first went for the human to his left, giving them a loving gaze as he got them to stand on their feet by lifting them up by their under chin. He opened his mouth widely and swallowed them right up.

The last person watched the God's belly grow and move with the 11 mortals trying to either get comfortable or out. It took them a moment to realize that they were the last one standing.

And didn't get a chance to run.

Fellow looks into the eyes of the last mortal, giving an almost loving look while he licked his lips slowly. The mortal was simply entranced by what they saw...

Even as the God's hungry maw opened wide and swallowed them whole.

Fellow laid back in his throw pillows and blankets, moaning and sighing as he felt his dinner struggling within him. His toga still stayed intact, even with the swift movements from within the swollen mass. Suddenly, Fellow's cheeks puffed up-

BRRROOOOOOAAAAAAAUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRP!!!!!

Fellow sighed in content after such a belch, patting his belly happily as the movements slowed down a little. He dug himself further into his pillows, getting more comfortable before he closed his eyes to sleep.

He had more wishes to grant tomorrow, after all... perhaps the mortals will throw themselves at him to be eaten like today...

[starry-blue-echoes]

no way me? actually finishing a snippet for once? the world must be ending

but also no joke I've had this in my WIPs since mid October and I'm SO happy it's finally done :>

It's been a while since I did anything with the Vampric Joot In Italy With Vampiric Giorno, so how about we change that :)

(also, sorta? warning for implied vomiting. It's not graphic but the implications are there)

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Abbacchio didn’t trust the new guys. Didn’t like them either.

Now, this came to the surprise of literally nobody, including himself. He didn’t like people in general, simple as that.

(Well. Except for Bruno. But he was a literal angel among men and only an idiot wouldn’t like him. At the very least he could agree upon that with the kids.)

But this was different. The newbies were….. weird.

Giorno was a blonde little brat who looked like he hadn’t struggled a day in his life. He was too…… perfect looking, not a single blemish to be seen or hair out of place. No matter where you looked, and believe me Abbacchio had looked hard, there wasn’t a flaw to be found. He always moved with a stupid amount of poise and grace, footsteps quiet like a cat’s and never once looking caught off guard. And the kid wasn’t just a pretty face either, he was smart. He noticed things, small little things that usually only Abbacchio noticed. The kid knew about Abbacchio’s distaste. He definitely knew about the tea. But instead of getting pissy or tattling on Bucciarati, he stayed quiet.

On top of pissing him off, all of it was just plain freaky.

And Jotaro…..

Well. Where to even start with the bastard.

Under normal circumstances, Abbacchio would’ve had begrudging respect for him. He made it clear he wasn’t interested in any of them, but didn’t take any bullshit. He was built like a fucking truck, taller than even Abbacchio was, but he wasn’t a meathead and actually had some braincells. He was admittedly similar to Giorno when it came to brains and noticing things, but he was different in his execution. Blunter for one thing, not even bothering with any pretty words or manipulations. He gave the hard straight facts without any bullshit.

Unfortunately for him, any and all possible respect was thrown out the window because of his stupid fucking outfit.

He’d heard his explanation along with the rest of them when Narancia got nosey and asked. The simple “I’m allergic to the sun” without any elaboration.

And Abbacchio was calling bullshit.

That guy was wrapped up in so many layers that you couldn’t see a spot of skin anywhere. If the sun really was that dangerous for the man then why the hell had he joined the mafia? Abbacchio’s closet could attest to the fact that this line of work went though more clothes than the average person would want to deal with, from bullet holes to knife wounds to whatever the fuck could happen in a Stand Fight.

Unless Jotaro had a complete and total disregard for his life, it didn’t hold up. People only covered up that much when they didn’t want to be recognized and had absolutely no shot at a disguise.

Hence Abbacchio’s current plan.

Jotaro was currently gone with Narancia to grab groceries and wouldn’t be back for another hour. Fugo refused to leave the patio and was waiting for them to come back. Mista was doing a perimeter sweep outside. Bruno and Giorno were talking in the living room. Trish had holed herself up in her room.

Meaning no one was around to see him using Moody to get some answers.

Jotaro had also very conveniently gone upstairs before he’d gone to leave with Narancia, and the stairs themselves were quite loud. Only Trish was up there in her room, so Abbacchio didn’t even have to run the risk of someone sneaking up on him and asking questions (lord knows Bruno wouldn’t be happy if he ever found out). Now, he wasn’t quite sure where upstairs Jotaro had gone, but he could simply follow Moody, so easy fix.

Moody Blues slowly peeled off of him and stood, the digital clock on its head gradually ticking up until it slowed to a stop at around 23 minutes and 56 seconds.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding beneath that coat.” he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as Moody slowly shifted. It took barely a second before it changed, and soon enough Jotaro was standing right in front of him on the stairs.

“Play,” he commanded.

The copy took a few slow, expected steps up the stairs.

And then just as he left the view of the main room.

He vanished.

Suddenly and abruptly, Jotaro was gone. He didn’t seem to be hit by anything, he didn’t even fade or fizzle out. Just one moment he was there and the next he was gone and Moody reverted back to its usual form.

For a moment Abbacchio had thought that something was wrong with Moody. He rewinded the Stand briefly…. but the exact thing happened again.

What the fuck.

Okay, wait, think about this logically. It obviously wasn’t an attack or anything the man thought was dangerous, meaning Jotaro was likely the one responsible. Abbacchio still didn’t know what his Stand could do, none of them did, but whatever it was it was fucking fast. Much faster than a human. First there was how he managed to get to the docks before they had, then there was catching Zucchero on the boat. Who’s to say he didn’t use it to move. Based on how he’d only been upstairs for a few minutes, he likely hadn’t gone that far.

He felt out with Moody, feeling for the echoes of people who had walked these halls. No one had been here very recently thank god, but it still took a moment until-

There.

Behind one of the doors. Not Trish’s thankfully, that would’ve been awkward, but instead the door next to it.

Abbacchio easily closed the distance, walking up the last few remaining stairs and down the hall, and behind the door was……

The bathroom.

Moody quickly zipped over to where Jotaro had been by the toilet, and for a brief second Abbacchio was ready to skip over it…… 

But the man was hunched over it.

The layers of cloth were peeled away from his face but his hunched over frame prevented Abbacchio from getting a clear look.

But even without seeing his face, it was obvious he was sick.

Okay…… definitely not what he expected. The man hadn’t shown any signs of being sick earlier, so that either meant the apparent nausea had been very sudden or the guy was really good at hiding it.

Abbacchio sped up the replay. Even with the fast forward, it took a few seconds before Jotaro finally stood up, flushing the toilet as he did so. He made his way over to the sink and-

“Pause.” he commanded his Stand.

-and Abbacchio couldn’t help but stare.

He looked… okay this was going to sound crazy, but he didn’t look that human.

The features were…. wrong. He had two eyes, a nose, mouth, all the features that most people had but at the same time it was off. Like the strangeness of Giorno cranked up to an 11. His eyes were a blue almost as vibrant as the sky and sea itself, but around the pupils (which were too sharp too long not right) they were crackled with bits of red like shattered glass. And his skin, it was horrifyingly pale, almost looking translucent in some places. Abbacchio could practically count the veins and-

And now that he was looking at his face, he noticed Jotaro looked…. boney. His eyes were gaunt and his cheeks were hollow, the latter only being accentuated further by his sharp cheekbones.

Definitely way too boney to be losing meals like that.

There was also a strange…… youthfulness to his appearance. From the way he spoke and acted Abbacchio had assumed he was in his late 20s, maybe early 30s, but under the face mask he looked……. young, sorta. Sure the gaunt features and sheer exhaustion made him look older but if you were to fill him out a bit more…….

He looked like a teenager.

And that made a little, minuscule piece of Abbacchio squirm a bit. He was an asshole but…… nobody, especially not a kid (if Jotaro even was one), deserved to look like that.

During his time on the force he’d seen a few cases that still kept him up at night. And some of those cases had involved kids who were far too skinny and quiet with eyes that should’ve been bright holding nothing but a look no child should ever have.

And whil Jotaro wasn’t anywhere near their ages, the look in his eyes was pretty similar.

There was a muted pain in those blue orbs. A tenseness in his face, a heaviness in his shoulders, slight indents in his lips that spoke of having gnawed on them far too many times but lacking any scars.

But it looked so…… normal to the man. A whispered  “play” sent Moody back into motion and he was just…… casual. His movements were easy and practiced, and not once did his expression shift.

This was frankly none of his business. He’d done this to figure out Jotaro’s identity and any possible threats, not analyze him for any…… whatever the hell this was.

So why did Abbacchio feel like he accidentally stumbled upon a rabbit hole far deeper than he first anticipated.

[stargirlie-sharon]

chat.... should i post my voice acting here

[legacyofmistakes]

eyebrow waggles.. I drew a grandpa, I made many mistakes, but I'm proud of the effort I put into actually finishing a piece and rendering it

Never expect this from me again LOL

[blackjackkent]

The Mystery of the Night

Pairing: Karlach/OC Tav Characters: Karlach, Male OC Tav, Jaheira, Mattis Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Fluff, light angst, BG2 throwbacks, Selunite monk Tav, holidays, Faerun religion, cute ending. Word Count: 3.4k Setting: Early relationship, at Last Light Inn Summary: Karlach tries to figure out what gift to get her new boyfriend for a holiday she knows nothing about. Jaheira helps her out with a look into the past. other bg3 one-shots | i welcome fic requests!

“Where's Hector gone? I haven't seen him since dinner.”  Karlach does her best not to sound overly concerned. It isn't like Hector needs her supervision, she reminds herself, or that she has any right to demand his whereabouts. 

A few nights' sex, a few ‘I love you's, and I've gone all clingy, she thinks with a rueful grin. But… well, there’s no escaping the fact that she feels his absence when he isn't nearby. And though they’re safe as they can be in their current camp at Last Light, it’s impossible to forget the danger lurking all around them in the dark. 

Astarion, lounging in his tent, looks up with a lazy grin and absently turns a page in his book. “Our fearless leader went for a walk,” he says with pointed disinterest. “Some Selunite holiday tonight, I believe, or something equally ritualistic and dreary.”

“Chk .” Lae'zel is sitting nearby, idly examining one of the githyanki discs they found in the underdark; she shoots Astarion a baleful look sidelong. “Simply because you have no appreciation for the value of divinity, elf, does not mean we are all so impoverished.” She turns towards Karlach and adds brusquely, “He had business with the priestess on the upper floor of the inn. No doubt you will find him there.”

“Oh. Right.” Karlach nods a few times and wanders away hastily, before Astarion can put in any more pithy observations. 

A holiday? Hector didn't say anything about a holiday, but of course the Selunites must have them. Damn, I wish he'd mentioned it. She isn't much for religion but she knows how important it is to him; she'd have celebrated with him if he'd asked. Instead, he’s upstairs with Isobel… 

She recognizes the sharp little burst of heat in her chest as jealousy and can't help a soft laugh at herself. Really, Karlach? We're not going down that path. Besides, you've been together a week. 

Nevertheless… if it’s a holiday for Hector, it’ll damn well be a holiday for her too. The least I can do is find him a present, right? 

She turns, shoulders squared purposefully, and stalks out of camp towards the inn. 

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