#cursed skeleton

[onion-makes-stimboards]

can you do a "women want me fish fear me" stim board with fish and those capcut edits of fish

!!Women want me, Fish fear me Stimboard!!

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[airinn]

First meeting with the Vallakovich's went super great and awesome and not weird at all (said, like a liar). MCR was brought up so our Victor is giving revenge era Gerard Way now. (clothes were designed by my gf 💜)

Also Kaz is developing a trend of needing to correct people's bad magic (for the good of everyone involved ofc....... but mostly cause it bothers him a lot).

[wehavekookies]

New body (and skeleton) references for Victoro.

There is stuff happening in our She Is The Ancient campaign with his hexblood transformation that i am exploring some visual ideas for - currently roots growing under his skin and over his skeleton (more on that some time later :))

edit: added the roots spread over the skeleton.

[yarrow-leaf]

A little late for day 3, but here’s Victor and his cats for the Necromancer prompt :3

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A sketchy comic drawn in purples and blue featuring Cecil Palmer from Welcome To Night Vale and Sans the Skeleton from Undertale. Cecil is an older mid-sized white man with a mullet, a mustache, and body hair. He's wearing an unbuttoned bowling shirt tied into a crop top, assless chaps, bowling shoes, and a thong. Sans is a short skeleton wearing a blue hoodie, shorts, mittens, and slippers. Cecil is colored entirely in purple and Sans is only colored in his clothes, via his blue hoodie and dark shorts.

In the first image, Cecil throws a bowling ball, smiling with his leg and non-throwing arm out for balance. The next image shows Sans standing plainly with his hands in his hoodie pockets and saying "huh" before the bowling ball crashes into his body, sending his bones and clothes in all directions, to which he responds with "aw hell". His hands remain in his mittens as they fly away, and his feet and lower leg bones remain upright in his slippers, unaffected. Above him reads "strike!" in brackets and all caps. end ID]

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i would like to remind the tumblr community that cecil is part of the night vale bowling league

(sans is fine)

[stiffyck]

necromancin dancin

alt versions under the cut:

[bugisbonkerz]

do not let me cook ever again . original

[cupids-stimboards]

exploding hammers and cars stimboard

🚗 🔨 💥 | 🔨 🖕 💥 | 💥 🔨 🚗

[bo-katan]

[nautilusdrake]

@luckyblackcatxiii Thank you so much! They’re perfect!

[anae-art]

Day 14 - Magic Everyone's favorite boy! I won't lie, when I played my character, I almost killed him the first time we met him... But in my defense, I was playing as a paladin with a restrictive moral compass!

...and he was mean...

(Prop list is from @crowholtz )

[thecoffeelorian]

Anomaly (Jod Na X Reader)

A/N: I typed this out in the span of a morning on my phone, and then worked my way up from there. Anyways, to business...

Title: Anomaly

Chapter Title: The Stowaway

Genre: Drama/Romance

Word Count: 1,077 words

AO3: Click Here!

Special Notes: I have zero idea if Jod is going to be either the pirate I think he is or the ex-Jedi that others believe him to be...however, if none of these turn out to be true, then I'll just mark this as an AU and keep on trucking along. 'Nuff said!

No Pressure Tags: @ladysongmaster @braveincafleet @ireadwithmyears and anyone else who might want to catch the first-ever Jod Na x Reader story in this fandom! Thank you for your consideration!

ANOMALY

This doesn’t feel like the Great Work to me, you think to yourself, glancing around in silence as the Reclamation Committee gathers at At Attin’s first, and probably last, official spaceport. Originally, you would be deep into your latest pile of holo-work in the Undersecretary’s office, a half-drank cup of caf on your right and the few images of your surviving relatives sitting still upon your left.

Thanks to the curiosity of a handful of local children, however…everyone’s daily routine, yours included, has since been upended be it for better or for worse. In fact, the tension’s visible on everyone’s face as they await the incoming ship, and most likely for good reason—the ones said to be on board, at least in theory, are going to have a lot of explaining to do.

As for you, you’ve got both eyes upon your datapad screen like the good little Intern you are, making as many mental notes as possible while you wait. So far, according to the reports—or, at least, the official documents that you had been granted access to—all four of the missing children had been found safe; they had then been directed onto a secure flight back home; and, once the growing blur of that same flight could be seen from the platform and the volume of all human conversation around you grew alongside it, they would certainly be participating in a very long debriefing once those docking bay doors finally opened.

And yet...everything that you hadn’t been informed about becomes, as soon as the one known as Neel is the first to step off, pretty sparkling clear once the security droids all aim their weapons at the back of the ship.

“No, wait! Don’t hurt him, he’s a friend!”

To your surprise, if not also the surprise of everyone else around you, there was a fifth person on board. This person must have been halfway decent enough to keep this little group under their watchful eye, for the remaining kids still on the ship—Fern, Wim, and KB respectively—all add their voices to Neel’s protest as they’re coaxed onto the platform, Wim going so far as to try and pull the blaster out of a droid’s hands before a short pop of static electricity teaches him differently.

And, once those same droids give the order for them to come out with their hands up…your first sight of that fifth person all but takes your breath away.

Oh. Dear. Me.

Yes, there’s a man hiding back there, not some Wookiee in a fit of rage…but he’s not just any man as the ones among you already have been. No, this one has the equal look of both predator and prey written into his body language, for the look he gives the security team is nearly an even mix of one about to shoot down several live targets and one about to run for cover, almost like he's known both such situations in the course of his life...but isn't about to breathe a word of it.

To your growing sense of alarm, he’s also far too damned attractive for his own good, let alone yours. Sure, there are the signs of middle age upon him, why would there not be—and yet, other than the visible age lines upon his face, the stiffness in his steps, and the traces of silver within his hair, you just couldn’t stop yourself from running a visual scan of everything else he’d brought down to the surface. Things like...the hard set of his shoulders, the sharp outline of his jaw, and—worst of all—those startling blue eyes that you swore saw everything ahead, behind, and every other direction around him in a matter of seconds. Eyes that could see right through you if you’re foolish enough to let them, though you can only hope you never fall for any piece of this stranger’s charm, direct or otherwise.

And if that alone hadn’t somehow warned you in advance not to look too long, not to examine him too closely, and above all else, not to allow yourself to care too much about what might happen to this mysterious stranger…the reaction of the head droid would finally drive it all home.

”Jod Na Nawood, also known as ‘Crimson Jack’, also known as 'Captain Silvo', in the name of the Republic, you are hereby under arrest…”

Crimson Jack…? Captain Silvo? Him?! That one was the 'Thief Of A Thousand Treasures'?

You’d heard of a few stories about that scary figure, but that was all they were supposed to be. Stories. Legends. Tales one told to their children in order to get them to behave at the dinner table, and not real people of flesh, blood, and bone, because there were supposed to be no such thing.

Especially not away from the pages of a holobook, let alone outside of any datapad video feeds.

And yet…as this infamous Crimson Jack finally allowed the binders to be snapped around his wrists, one sad look sent towards the children before being taken into custody, it was here that you had to start asking yourself whether or not some of these stories were, in truth, full of facts as solid as durasteel—and if so, whether this stranger was truly as dangerous as the stories whispered in the dark made him out to be.

It would also be about a few seconds later that those startling blue eyes would just happen to meet yours, an even stranger feeling of both warmth and cool air pass between you like the rush of a long-dormant hyperdrive slowly working itself back up to full power and, finally, a phantom set of words echoing within your mind just as surely as if he had spoken them aloud.

I see you.

Several minutes would pass by until you snapped yourself out of your stunned silence and came back to reality, a few familiar faces around you making sure you were all right, that no tricks or funny business or strange arcane rituals had taken your mind over where you stood—and yet, for all of that, there was only one thought left in you, only one question that made sense—and so, even though this man was no longer in your sight, still you asked it out loud for everyone else to hear.

“And if I were to get inside your head, Mister ‘Crimson Jack’...what would I see?”

[yo-gummy-sharks]

Happy disability pride guys ♿ pls take your meds

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[mochizuke-creates]

It’s him…. The Victor Vallokovich-

[purpleghoul87]

Wake up, puppet boy!

Link to the color palette I used.