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[quirkle2]

mp100 art style is super fun honestly

[sea-jello]

M UH MORRO ENJOYERS DOYOU REMEMBER ME

more versions with the slightest difference plus no bg and shading

listen they have a difference. to me

[ineffablelvrs]

mike walks on the street side of sidewalks whenever he and will go somewhere btw

[mlobsters]

Do you have guilt in your heart for doing what you had to do?

digital painting, 17 hours - drawing video under the cut

after doing two more challenging/original effort/multiple references paintings, it was frankly a relief to just stick to the one reference on this one. best of the no thoughts head empty just draw

i love hamish linklater's face in midnight mass, so expressive. i knew i wanted to paint it at some point and wet and messy father paul jumped out at me

song: bug like an angel by mitski

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

In the drifting silence of his empty apartment, Shen Wei presses the door shut, turns the lock. And then, like his body was waiting until he was alone, his legs give out. Shen Wei tips/topples against/into the wall, sinks down to sitting on the front mat/in the entryway. He sits there for a long time, curled into himself with his arms around his knees. The whole time, his body braced for the sound of Zhao Yunlan’s door opening, the sound of footsteps crossing the hall. Waiting, again, for Kunlun to return to him.  But no sound comes from outside his door. At last, Shen Wei tips his head back against the wall, lets out a soft, streaming sigh. The sound trembles in the still air. It’s the closest he’s come to crying in years, that he can remember.

from the up draft of the answer fic. im cutting it veryyyyyy close to the deadline this time ahahaha (nervous!) but the writing is going relatively smoothly (knocks on wood) and i think it'll turn out pretty delicious!!

[tarnussy]

gameplay mad intense rn 🤭 @saltybean03

[cheese-water]

I don’t care if it’s has already been debunked. I don’t care if it isn’t a “widely accepted truth.”

Alternatively, if you had to create a theory video about Generation Loss, what would it be about?

Please put in the tags how/why you believe what you believe cause I'm fascinated by the vastly different interpretations people can make from this project! :D

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Before she could ask he was unwinding her scarf and pressing that into the wound instead, and he could almost convince himself that the rapidly darkeing patch is just the scarf being unevenly dyed and not the blood already soaking through. He was so distracted he almost didn’t hear Tallulah’s voice; it was already growing weak. “Chayanne. Please. You have to get away from here.”

spoilers for how you're gonna get your heart violently torn out of your chest when you read to aim true! fantastic qsmp hunger games au written by @saline-solution for this year's au fest!

Go check out all the other awesome stories and art pieces by scrolling the tag or the blog, @mcytblraufest everyone is so skilled it's been an incredible event to participate in.

this is the second artwork I've done for to aim true- the first one can be found here

[dainesanddaffodils]

I didn’t do my individual posts about it but - additional times my WoL possessed me (by which i mean made me cry very hard) when finishing Endwalker include:

When Elidibus said that sending me to the past would be his final act

Answers:tm:

Estinien’s Ultima Thule Sacrifice

Close in The Distance:tm:

The Twins Sacrifice

But… probably the most ‘Cimorene took over’ moment of tears was when Ardbert was the first to speak to her on her walk to the end.

Like I should have expected it would be him first but I didn’t and he fucking said the line that made me cry the original time he said it and it just. Messed me up. For the rest of that scene. Never recovered.

[sskk-manifesto]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

[vampyroteuthid]

it's so so easy to wind up with an absurd number of houseplants because when i walk into places and they have a charming little plant friend available for less than 5-6 dollars i say to myself Well that's basically the price of a silly little coffy beverage and i hardly ever get those and plants last a lot longer than a beverage so to my bank account this is just like if i had a moderate starbucks habit. and now i have thirty houseplants.

[jestiamy]

lmk au where mk has a side gig as an assassin but completely just. unintentionally.

I was going through season one episodes for editing purposes, and I found that one scene where mk just completely overloads the tea he was making, hands it to sandy, and he just. passes out immediately.

and I was like. woah. dude imagine if mo got into that ?!??!?!?! that would be so dangerous.

but then from there I was like. wow you know what. I feel like season one mk has the right mix of chaos and general obliviousness and general disregard for other people's circumstances when not fully relevant to him currently to totally pull of frequently killing other people on accident and somehow never noticing. maybe at one point if you really push it you can get it so people actually hire him for it and he's like ??? cool. free money. and has no idea what they're saying/tunes them out but in a rube goldberg esque string of circumstances always ends up somehow killing the right targets anyways and it's like. mix that with that one popular somewhat hc/au mix that macaque is involved with megapolis' underground and you get interactions like this during his introduction episode:

Macaque, not really connecting the dots with the infamous ghost assassin that always gets the job done with no leads or traces with ""golden boy"" mk: so like. question. if you were to kill someone how would you do that.

Mk, distractedly, not really seeing the point but used to answering random questions because of mei: oh like, push them off a busy bridge? duh.

Macaque: that wouldn't kill them.

Mk, still distracted: I mean, obviously not. they won't die, sure, but they'll know someone is after them. give it a few weeks of hypervigilance and then they'll start dropping their guard after nothing happens. maybe they imagined it, they'll rationalize. who would want them dead? who would have the skill to not get caught during attempt in the first place? they'll ask themselves. and it's then, at their most sloppy, will I make my way into their life. I won't be their best friend - more of a frequent side character. the guy you see every day at your favourite hang out spot is hardly suspect. I'll ask them out for a friendly lunch, to get to know them more. maybe they'll be a little stressed - maybe subconsciously they still remember the guy who tried to shove them off a bridge that may or may not be real that was never caught. nothing will happen. it's at the fifth meet up that I offer to help walk them to their next destination - and maybe they'll be suspect them too, but they won't decline. because that's rude, and they feel I'm too nice for that. and it's then, and only then, do I push them into oncoming traffic during rush hour. maybe I'll have the discomfort of seeing their face the moment it hits them what happened. maybe they'll connect the strings. maybe they won't. but in that moment I relax, truly, for the first time since I met them - assured my mission is over. and maybe if they are unlucky enough they will see this, and they'll wonder how much of me they saw really was ever real. from there I will be questioned, no doubt - they ask me what happened, and I lie through my teeth. I'll say they tripped, and I was too late to grab them. I'll cry a bit to sell it, and maybe it won't all be fake. I'll tell them how this same thing happened all of the time - falling. others will support this, because by then I'll have built a habit of subtly tripping them when I could. I'll sob and say that a similarly almost fatal incident happened only just a few months ago. that I was so worried it'd happen again that I offered to walk them home today - and I was too late despite that. they'll give me some shallow comfort - it's not your fault, they'll say. it's a freak accident, they'll say. you had no way of knowing, they'll say. they'll never think it's me beyond a curiously accusation - because what killer brings attention to a previous attempt? what killer sits and thoroughly blabs every little thing they know? and maybe this will haunt me forever, physically or not - but at the very least, at long last I'll have the grim satisfaction of knowing that someone I needed dead is finally gone from this world.

Macaque:

Macaque: right. okay. go back to doing your sets.

[potatoesandsunshine]

sad about waypoint hours :(

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[robealafrancaise]

Can't go to my kung fu classes bc in typical Liz fashion I completely fucked up my foot in the most clumsy of ways 🙃