#can you tell i’m also insane?

[poltoreveur]

I could fix him but I kinda like him a little murderous and psychotic tho

[bluejulius]

Howdy Train Your Dragon??

HEAVILY INSPIRED from @tragisbawls western AU and also I believe that one “Howdy Train Your Dragon” post by @wardenofdragons

please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes in crediting but these guy’s posts were my main inspiration fr

enjoy some WIPs, currently I’m making them for reference so I can draw the gang doing some scenes

might have gone a bit insane over the festive season and fallen head first into this western AU. basically everything is the same but instead of Vikings it’s cowboys! I’m gonna colour these all and want to do more art/drawings of this too bc it has been occupying my thoughts lol

more info 👇

- set in a fictional Old West, similar to how the canon treats Viking lore and accuracy, assume this is the same 😂

- in this AU, Hiccup loses his leg before he meets Toothless in some sort of stampede/horse-related accident, which makes Stoic, the cheif of the town, more protective of him/not want him to go near them

- Hiccup finds Toothless as a wild mustang, trapped in a gorge. Hijinx ensue, Hiccup saves him, and they bond.

-Hiccup and Fishlegs live in the same town. Astrid, Lout, Ruff and Tuff are part of a group of travelling cowboys from out of town or somethin lol. Something happens and Legs and Hic have to travel with them for a bit. Haven’t worked everything out yet but if people have ideas feel free to let me know!

- Ruff and Tuff are in charge of the supplies wagon and they often confuse Barf & Belch with their arguing. The poor horses go in different directions or one of them might stop while the other keeps going 😭

- Meatlug is usually seen pulling a little wagon with extra supplies/Fishlegs rides in the wagon sometimes when they go on adventures so she ends up being the slowest in the group, similar to how she is the slowest of the gang’s dragons

- Hookfang is an Arabian horse and he has a really firey temper and has a similar relationship to Snotlout as in the canon. Snotlout made Hookfang rear up on his hind legs once, but Snotlout fell off and Hookfang left him in the dust 💀

- Astrid is the leader of the cowboys. Stormfly has little braids in her mane as that’s Astrid’s way of showing affection.

(alsomyaskboxisopenifanyonewantstodiscusthisauI AM HAPPY TO YAP-)

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[jeeliebeeliegoomiebear]

On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.

[myrquez]

Bezz for Sky Sport Italia

-“In the VR46 groupchat, when you talk about the new Ducati riders that are going strong, like Marc Marquez.. how is it (what do you guys think about it, how does it feel like)? The Devil wears Prada? Look at Marquez..? I just wanted to address this topic.

“Well, we talk about it much more in person than on our groupchat-

“But it doesn’t go unnoticed. (You do talk about him)

“No, we pay attention to everything. With Vale is difficult not to, he has always taught and still teaches us to pay attention to every detail, so we always try to understand everything around us. Marc is going very strong, and we watch him and try to learn from him.

“So he’s like a benchmark! (nice pun right there)

“He’s like a ‘tool’ that we can use… wait, it does sound bad, I mean he’s a rider, but he’s a rider that we can ‘use as a lesson’. We can look up to him, as if he was a teacher.”

[grimst4rs]

When James woke up and turned to his side, he was made painfully aware that Lily was still in his bed, her back facing him.

For a second, he considered lying down there, still, and maybe wrapping his arms around Lily, pressing their bodies together. However, he decided that the sensible thing to do was make breakfast for both of them.

Ever since they’d started seeing each other, this was the first morning he’d woken up and she was still there, he thought, as he cracked two eggs in a pan and mixed them together.

How come she wasn’t at work? James turned on his phone and checked the time. 10:24 AM. Then his eyes fell on the date — it was a Saturday. Right, then, that’s why.

He cut up some vegetables and put then in a wok pan, pouring some soy sauce over them and stirring them from time to time.

“Good morning.”

James turned his head, and he was looking at Lily, wearing only a pair of underwear and his t-shirt, the white t-shirt that he had decided that would be not a part of his pyjama attire for the night, which was why he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. Her hair was tousled and she did not look like the put-together woman he had first met in the office.

And fuck, she looked good.

Lily kissed him, her carefully manicured fingers wrapping around his bicep. James returned it, eagerly, picking her up and putting her down on the counter, their mouths moving together. He placed his hands on her hips; her legs wrapped around him, her hand tangled in his hair. James rolled his tongue, her lips parted, which made her nails scrape at his scalp.

“What’re you doing?” She asked, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she looker into the pans.

“Soy vegetables and omelet,” He grinned, stirring the former. “Didn’t know what you liked for breakfast, so I thought I’d make you try something that maybe’s new to you.”

“My limited time resources in the morning usually allow for milk and cereal,” Lily snickered, swinging her legs. “Considering I have to be at work early.”

“Well, then,” He said, jovially, rummaging through the cupboard and picking up two plates, “let’s have a real breakfast together, shall we?”

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I’m back from my coma to talk about Nimona again

Specifically these scenes 

Because this is the moment where the similarities between Gloreth and Ambrosius’ stories end

At face value, these scenes seem incredibly similar 

In both scenes, Gloreth and Ambrosius are watching terrified as their homes are burning down around them because of a “monster” 

But that’s where the similarities stop

Because in the first scene, Gloreth decides to listen to everything that her community has told her 

And in the second scene, Ambrosius has finally figured out that everything he’s been told since he was a kid is a lie

[sleepy-spaceman]

As wonderfully tragic as it would be for simon and bob to have been the two people who died in the accident that happened before he worked for goddard futuristics, im on the side that jacobi is midland after the events of wolf 359, because that man deserves to have at least two friends that aren’t dead.

[sirbird]

Redraw of my very first piece of Miguel and of A Fortunate Mistake :)

[renarots]

Someone drop a 40k landoscar fic rn and my life is yours

[theanonymousninja247]

✨ Star Friends ✨

When I found out that @chessman-protocol boy Crit liked Astronomy, let’s just say I was beyond estatic and immediately planned this little comic. Here’s to my boy Vincent doing his best to make friends with folks who share similar interests 😅💙

Funny enough, I didn’t realize I put this in Vincent character’s until I looked at the whole thing, but Vincent very much shares the lack of stranger danger the way I did/ I do to this day. To quote one of my past managers I’m “abnormally friendly” or whatever

I can’t tell you how many times even as a small child (drove my parents nuts) that I saw a cool person with whatever connecting factor and I just straight up walked to them and was like “Ok cool. We’re friends now.” And nobody’s really stopped me? So apparently I have friends now. 😆

Vincent however is just a wholesome baby boy who doesn’t realize he’s actually an intimidating hunk of a turtle and randomly walking up to strangers and not saying anything can be taken the wrong way.

Like I said, he’s trying his best. He wasn’t exactly the most socialized if you can’t tell, but he does love dearly and is certainly a boone of a friend to have once you get past the inevitable social awkwardness. He’s loyal to put because he really doesn’t know better, and I adore him for that. Anyway, dunno if Crit knows any ASL or not, but either way Vincent is just excited to meet somebody else who likes space ✨🌌 💙

[hplonesomeart]

Going to post this small snippet spoiler for another SMG4 animatic I’m cooking up for viewing pleasure (and also simply because these characters are slowly seeping into my subconscious. As we speak Mr. Puzzles is directing my actions so that I can push his name into stardom with “gloriously animated content” HE’S KEEPING ME HOSTAGE HELP /J)

IT’S NOT FINISHED IT’S A POTENTIAL WORK IN PROGRESS

I love musicals and Mr. Puzzles strikes me as a theater nerd so I figured Hairspray (song being Welcome to the 60’s) was a good fit, plus wouldn’t it be fun to see Meggy try and help him along to start a redemption arch? Like how could they not carry a bit of sentimentality over the time spent together? I feel like her resilient passive aggressive energy pairs well with how he can be stubborn sometimes too…she can give him the push (or more like a well-intentioned shove) he needs to get his act together and give it another try! Because a part of me feels like he would want to regress into unhealthy past habits after facing so many defeats at the hands of SMG4 crew; shut himself in solitude and stare at a screen. So think the animatic would start with that scene and then lead into the musical number :D

[lunior-art]

Oh Cruel Fate

in honor of my rewatch of Like Minds with @sapphic-cyrano-de-bergerac i present mentally unwell Alex post Nigel’s death

guys holy shit instagram filters saved this piece it’s so much more dramatic now

[morganbritton132]

I always think it’s crazy on 911 when Maddie was thinking about going back to nursing and everybody was like, noooo you gotta stay a dispatcher because I worked for my county and an aspect of my jobs was to pay dispatchers. They do not make enough money.

[apollos-boyfriend]

i probably have some sort of dissociative disorder but i have a job so idrc about that rn

[beigetiger]

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before but I think part of the reason why I found Cadaver and Malice so interesting is because of how they sort of reflected each other.

Or more specifically, they were both dependent on Valkyrie, and then had her stripped away. They were both left grasping for something, anything that could keep them grounded. Perhaps in an alternate universe they could have teamed up against Creed. But what really happened is that they went swinging in opposite directions. Malice was picked up and raised by Creed while Cadaver could only watch, and Cadaver became involved with a bunch of dead gods because they managed to fill the giant gap in his soul that Valkyrie left when she became a harpy.

And by the looks of it, they BOTH tried to save her. We know for a fact Cadaver did, and he was probably injured many times over trying to save her. And based on the way that Malice talks about Valkyrie, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she also put in at least some effort to see if the process could be reversed. To no avail.

They both lost Valkyrie, and they BOTH became awful people because of it, just awful people on opposite sides of the fight. They BOTH lose sight of what they were initially fighting for and are overtaken by their rage and jealousy to such a degree that when Valkyrie times travels to meet them, she is horrified by BOTH of them. And they both fight each other for her trust and help, only for her ACTUAL trust and affection to be given towards the harpy version of herself.

And the reason I’m talking about this is because it’s probably going to be relevant in phase 3. It’s clear that Skulduggery needs her for emotional regulation and loves her more than anything, and it’s clear that Winter being constantly overshadowed by Valkyrie has caused her to become borderline obsessed with her sister and how she compares to her. So much of both of their lives revolve around Valkyrie, and as a result they are also in each other’s peripheral vision. Not relevant to each other’s lives, but there in the background.

It’s pretty clear that Winter will try to kill Valkyrie at some point. It’s pretty clear that Skulduggery will never let that happen. And I think that Cadaver and Malice will be absolutely ROLLING to see these two develop a hatred for each other that mirrors their own, most notably in the way that it revolves around Valkyrie. Because SO MUCH revolves around Valkyrie, and that is something that Skulduggery loves and Winter hates about her.

And there is no way that this story could ever possibly go wrong for any of them.