#eh hmm anyways-

[fuck-john-calvin]

the first time I listened to Red Signal: wtf is happening

five hours later, screaming at the top of my lungs: Y'AI 'NG'NGAH, YOG-SOTHOTH H'EE-L'GEB F'AI THRODOG UAAAH  OGTHROD AI'F GEB'L-EE'H YOG-SOTHOTH 'NGAH'NG AI'Y ZHRO-

[greywoe]

"The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. The crannogman was bruised and bloodied, so she took him back to her lair to clean his cuts and bind them up with linen."

[icantalk710]

💇🏽‍♂️🤔

[mariemariemaria]

Found out about this recently and it's driving me insane lmao

[fcaruana]

franco won't miss the race !! i'm so glad. it's such an important one for him

[hopecomesbacktolife]

thinking of rereading the entirety of HoME again. for my health

[storfulsten]

This could be a new thing, if you don't mind it that is. I was hoping it would be a FNF x Among Us crossover. What I'm getting at here is that I would like you to draw Whitty as Corpse (Black in Among Us Color) cuddling Bf in Medbay, but Bf would Cyan instead of green.

Also they are doing tasks, and one of them would be extremely tired so that's when they decide to sleep together until the others get done with their tasks.

dude I've been wanting to do some type of crossover fnf amongus thing due to letsplayer inspo vibes for like well over a month now but I keep overthinking things and have no clue where to even start ha. but I mean this is as good of a place as any to do so tbh so ye letsgo not exactly what was asked maybe sorry but maybe a little bit ok still

I guess only bf got to take a nap after doing some very tiring leaf tasks whilst whitty get to be all sheriff-y proteccing him from sussy bakas I guess. and gf got to be the sus as a bonus I guess bc lol

[lime-exister]

Finished Rivulet's campaign the other day so here's a doodle of them!! I'll prolly end up finishing Saint or Gourmand next

[chibishortdeath]

Labeling this one mature cause it’s artistic nudity, which isn’t something I usually draw but yippie! Scar and anatomy reference! :3

I have explanations of where most of these scars come from, so I’ll go through them :)

The massive one covering his whole upper back is the one Dracula gave him and the one that bares the curse. I tried to make it kinda gnarly looking, but still distinctly claw marks. There’s a couple other scratches near it from other creatures.

The ones on his arms come from a couple things. I imagine he uses his arm bracers a lot to block things and sometimes hits are still enough to leave a mark under them. The scars also come from an effect of the curse: rotting. Rot usually starts at extremities and would leave some nastiness there, probably exacerbated by moving a lot. The first three images have the legs not visible but I usually put something similar there too.

Speaking of, the very large ones on his lower legs in the fourth image are burn scars from the scene of X68000 and Chronicles where the rooms before Dracula set on fire! I guess some of it might also be from walking in the cursed swamp too.

Most of the random smaller ones are just generally from fighting monsters. Tbh I’d be more surprised if he didn’t have any scars from having axes and bones and fire and fleamen thrown at him all the time lol.

In the third image there’s a couple bite marks and yeah those are from Drac too. I’ve seen some folklore about vampires being able to drain people long distance or while not being entirely corporal and yeah that sounds like something he’d do through the curse just to make Simon’s life worse. Idk, I have the novel Dracula and I should be reading it for other ideas for stuff tbh. This one might change entirely eh who knows. Either way, I think the curse’s ultimate goal was to make him suffer and then turn him after he dies from it so I wanted to add some more implications that he’d become a vampire if he failed to break the curse.

There’s some other things of note that aren’t scars. I try to make him look a little frailer and thinner in Simon’s Quest cause well yeah the curse. I don’t think it’s noticeable here since the fourth image isn’t the Simon’s Quest design and he doesn’t look much wider whoops. I’ll have to try to keep how ripped he is more consistent in later drawings 💀. Uhh I also try to make his eyes look significantly more tired, way larger eye creases and a bit of dark. If this was a colored drawing there’d be a little red under his eyes and he’d be paler than the last image. Just details to make him look sick ig.

Yeah, these are mostly doodles just for me to look back at and make sure I’m drawing him consistently d(^^ ).

[darlin-djarin]

din "abu grogu" djarin

bonus grogu with a gun bc he deserved to have one instead of paintballs

he is judging you.

[girl-bateman]

Every day I am reminded that 90% of my problems would be solved if I actually listened to my intuition like ever

[sprucestairs]

I really don’t mention it enough but the fact that there's characters in pjo named after Pollux and Castor is insaneeeee. Anyway uhhhh. Apparently I can write in second person. This was supposed to be an essay but I'm shit at essays so. this turned into an ansgsty fic thing mostly of its own violation.

The Tragedy Of Being Pollux

You are born with an unspoken curse upon your lips. Knowing, someday, your brother will die. Long before you. Long before he is meant to. Even still, the bond forged between you and he in the months before you were born burns brightly, and you know you will fight the Fates themselves for him. For a chance that you may live long and happy lives *together*.

Day and night you train. You learn to fight. You must keep him safe. He thinks the reverse. "The Fates would not play the same card twice." He tells you, and you try to believe it. Truly, you do. It would almost be preferable if you were the one fight this curse, you think.

...You are not certain that you are strong enough to fight all three Fates.

You are not certain he is.

You are certain, however, that you can hold your own in battle. You fight for two lives, after all.

You forgot to ask if he was certain.

And now look at you. True to their favourite cruel tricks, in trying to avoid fate you have met it.

Castor is dead.

In much the same way as his namesake, if the bloodied bandages round his head are to be believed.

You don't believe it. Every breath, every waking thought, every second of your day- even while otherwise occupied- was filled with plans to prevent this.

You should have prevented this. Could have, if you were just a bit stronger, able to take down foes more quickly. Just a bit faster, to reach his side again.

You can hardly bring yourself out of the training grounds. You could have done something. But you didn't. You failed. Pollux without Castor. You don't bother begging for him back. The Fates may recycle their curses, but the King of Gods does not recycle favours. Especially not to the children of his least-favoured son.

It feels as though there's a wildfire engulfing your chest. As though the flame of your devotion has grown to a rage without anything to hold it back.

You're choking on it, you think. Each time you gasp for breath, you feel the heavy air settle poorly in your aching lungs. Smell the sour fumes. Taste smoke upon your tongue.

So when the chance comes for vengeance, to punish those who drove you to this, you take it by the reins. You fight like a madman, and perhaps you are. Your father is the patron of madmen. You barely notice when your fighting arm breaks. Bleeds. Sends searing pain all through itself, a warning neither your brain nor heart will heed.

Lucky that there's a whole cabin full of those who will heed it for you. Not that you're listening. How dare they keep you from your new purpose? It is not until another appears, growling about personal favours and orders from the top that you are to stand down, be out of the battle, and have your wounds tended that you relent. You feel... no better. You feel bitter, sure. But not better. The young man wrapping your arm gives you a pitying look. The fool. You do not need pity, you need your brother back. It feels as though half your heart has been ripped out, and perhaps it has. Your father was born of another's heart, was he not?

...

You still feel no better.

The war is long done. Your mother has been informed that one of her darling sons is dead. The curse has lifted. As far as anyone else is concerned, you are now free to live as you please.

...

You do not feel free. You feel horribly, horribly trapped in this place. The darting eyes, the careful tones that follow every word you say. The crushing loneliness of having a whole cabin to yourself.

Your father will not even look at you. You wonder if he is merely keeping up appearances, or if he truly doesn't give a shit. You don't feel in the mood for musing.

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 3: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

The winning option of yesterday's poll was that the adventurer should throw a coin into the mysterious well ….

"After nearly ten minutes rummaging through the disorganization at the bottom of his backpack, he finally approaches the well once again, meager coin pouch in hand. He meticulously balances a little golden coin on the tip of his thumb, positioning it just so for an elegant coin flip… With a flick of his hand, the coin wobbles off, anticlimactically dropping into the darkness.. He pouts, leaning in to listen for a plonk as the coin hits the water but… nothing…. silence.. A few minutes pass and he shrugs, moving to pick up his bag and just continue his journey elsewhere, when suddenly a faint noise echoes from the well.. an almost cartoonish plopping sound, like wet feet slapping against stone..? The pitter patter grows closer and closer…then stops abruptly. The adventurer cautiously slinks over to the well, only to find.. a creature of some sort, clinging to the walls, staring up at him blankly. - What should he do next?"

[albireon]

1. Yippee!

2. My personal interpretations of a few of the details in my last post since my friends enjoyed hearing them

3. The background image comes from here. The specific one I used is labelled "Page 7 View – Voice 5 QBASS2"

https://synthroom.com/fairlight-cmi/psb-fairlight-disks/psb-lovequi/

[friedricebunny]

Yknow in hindsight I'm thankful my middle school had okay enough sex Ed because the only time my parents have spoken to me about sex when I was younger was when my mom caught me playing an otome game (and I couldn't even afford to buy any actual stories so I just read the first chapter of the routes so you know absolutely nothing was going on) and yelled at me ARE YOU WATCHING SEX?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! And the thing is I was like 7 or 8 and didn't know what sex even was but my mom was really pissed off that I was "watching sex" and I felt horribly guilty despite my confusion though that didnt stop me from pinning the blame on my cousin's girlfriend later (who was already the reason I was playing otome games at a young age anyways so technically it WAS her fault but indirectly) and saying some bullshit about wanting to grow up faster (I didn't give a FUCK about growing up faster, I just liked reading stories but that didnt seem like a convincing enough reason to my 7-8 year old brain)

I'm sure this experience made me feel really normal about sexuality later in life

[suga-catt]

Maybe I should take the hint