#creature tears

[herd-of-creatures]

I would be lying if I said that I was a little jelous of systems who have members who know who and what they are immediately. We have members like that, someone fronted yesterday and could write his pronouns and gender within minutes, thats just how it was for him. Thats amazing!! Having that amount of self reflection and internal communication is amazing and im proud of anyone who can do that!!! I hope it keeps improving <333

I just run into this personal wall, I have fronted multiple times, im around a lot and can front often but I couldn't tell you one personal detail about myself. I have general likes and dislikes but innerworld wise I got nothin honestly.

I am being patient with myself and doing everything I can to not force myself, but sometimes it feels like im not doing enough and thats why I dont have answers.

[very-small-giant]

their first glimmer of hope in the nightmare forest

[yamtaroh]

so lost. like a worm without a string

[cookie-nom-nom]

Their entire relationship

[mebis-art-dump]

Two kindly bugs

Lie resting in grottos of their own

Their blessings, an aid

They ease passage

To the hiding place

Of Great Beings

And their boons

[monstermonger]

A Night Sky in the Woods

[pocketseizure]

Light Dragon concept art

[alexx-joseph]

''don't worry so much''

when you're being paranoid but your totally platonic half-rival half-friend just being silly n' goofy with all their new buds

sorry i got too lazy at the end.

[janpesart]

I liked the sketch I posted earlier and decided to color it! 🎨

[artisminerva]

Zelda 💧

[herd-of-creatures]

Werewolf culture is being tired of being one of the most relied on members and wanting someone to be able to also do this job every once in a while,,,

I get that as werewolves in the headspace, it was bound to be our role, to be protectors or comforters and such, but it feels like its just me sometimes doing this and taking care of peoples breakdowns. I wouldnt ever trade my job for the world, I adore being there for my headmates and friends, but I need a break too ya know?

[burntbagelvibes]

POV your friend is deep in the totk brain rot and insists you draw Zelda

[sennamaticart]

Link, I have waited for you.

[izzystizzys]

Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.

“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.

And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-

“Are those kriffing hands?!”

In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -

- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.

Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”

“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.

“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.

Oh.

Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-

“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”

“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“

Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.

“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”

“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”

Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”

The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??

“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”

“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.

“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”

Awkward silence follows.

“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”

“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.

[chanrizard]

Bang Chan 🩵 ETERNITY

[hinamie]

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semirealism my beloved actually