#fun fact: it's from last week

[psychicvoidtale]

I don't have the slightest idea why they are an excellent couple.

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 4: Haunted

[artuurle]

(AU)

What if you died and something divine loved you so much it couldn't cope with that fact? What if they tried bringing you back but the result was wrong?

More doodles + rambles below:

Now What if what came back was just off. Looks at the divine without the memories that went back decades. It looks, behaves and works in a way just off enough in a way to make the god unable to look at it. it's not you. it's not. it can't be.

.... but what if what got pulled back was still you, but its- YOU'RE wrong and broken in ways you cant understand anymore.

The apocalypse draws closer and closer and you don't know why every day that passes you seem to be falling more and more apart too. The god is gone. You are alone.

....Anyway yeah i fucked up a perfectly normal Lovestory Au. i gave it anxiety is what i did. sorry for horrid typing in 2nd person trying to explain stuff im bad at explaining <3 i draw, not write for a reason lol.

[moeblob]

Happy Birthday to Ferdinand von Aegir!

I actually made 33 emotes, affectionately known as Aegirglyphics to some, for my own personal use on discord. However, I figure why not share some of them! They're free to use for discord servers/icons/pfps or whatever. However, my only request is Do NOT use them as subscriber emotes on Twitch. You can make them free follower emotes but you are not to make them locked behind a paywall.

[psychotic-nonsense]

Steve and Eddie wanted to work on themselves and their fresh new relationship first. That way, once they were comfortable enough to share it with the Party, the inevitable mass of questions wouldn’t be so nerve wracking.

However, they failed to take into account having to act normal around them all first.

And how smart their damn kids are.

Steddie Week 2024 Day 1: Secret Relationship

* Dustin doesn’t have any malicious intent, he’s cool with it, just concerned over their taste. Because seriously, Eddie? Seriously, Steve?! *

[savingsallow]

— it has always been the moon and me~

@acslytherpuff cass, look! it's youuu 🤭 luna 🌙

[tracle0]

Snippet Sunday VIII

I think it's the eighth Sunday...? Maybe maybe! Here's some prophet story I wrote freshly for you (yes, you!)

A hand raised to his chest, trying to find the mutilation that had forced his ribs to poke out like ageing farmhouse fencing. His skin was sealed, unblemished under his fingers; sticky from his blood, but otherwise untouched. An identical inspection around his throat found the same. No hole for pathetic, fleshy pleas to wheeze through. All fixed. All perfect.

“You saved me,” he finally whispered, eyes wide and awed. “You – you didn’t have to, but you…?”

The Blight – previously quiet, considerate, letting him get to terms with the gift of his life – curled in his head, content. You’ve done me well, it said simply. I don’t want to lose you yet.

He probed carefully at his skull, hair sliding between his fingers. He could see where shards of his skull had been ejected, pick them up and inspect them, but he found no hollows in his head, no blemishes. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I… thank you.”

Your brother is almost here.

Cain blinked, the brief memory of something – a squirrel? – flashing through his mind, before he shook it away, focused. “We should go, then,” he said, starting to stand. The ground glimmered. His surroundings groaned and sobbed, the forgotten guards whimpering and wheezing, the fury surrendering them to shock and agony. “To Body?”

It hesitated. As he started to walk past a pair of guards, one pinned down by the other, bloodied and bruised, it drew his attention down to the ground, to a discarded knife next to the freed, fighting pair. See if you can slow him down, it suggested idly.

[aevyk-ing]

I have some questions.

[thedrotter]

One of my favorite things about how Re:Kinder is written and how it tackles its themes is the way that Yuuichi and Shunsuke can be seen as parallels to each other. Shunsuke could have easily ended up like Yuuichi, feeling trapped in his pain and eventually breaking down. And the knowledge of that makes Shunsuke choosing to be kind to him in order to be kinder to himself really meaningful. That could have easily been him, so despite how he did not owe that kindness to the kid who killed his mother, the kindness just goes to show the strength of his resolve to be kinder even to the person he could have ended up as.

Albeit in a different way I think Killer End also showcases it in a way as well, with Shunsuke murdering Yuuichi for all the pain he endured because of him. It showcases how he too, if broken over, could end up committing such acts...

This also works viceversa. Yuuichi, in a better world, might have managed to fool his pain and anger successfully and keep moving on. But his unfortunate circumstances only led him to fall deeper into that despair. You can see him attempt to lighten up painful situations through acting absurdly, but ultimately being unable to fool himself once he falls victim to the helpless belief that this pain was entirely his own fault.

[amelikos]

Grusha, huh.

[everythingundertheskycomics]

Hypno's Rings

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Mourning.

This one is very personal.

[bams-2]

Drew Kato in that new outfit from the anniversary post because its a cool fucking outfit. The hat is currently away as it is very sick, please wish it a speedy and safe recovery

you know that city in the background was supposed to be Kumo city but it came out looking nothing like it. It does look cool at least.

[definitelynotshouting]

20 and/or 29, for the AO3 ask game?

ao3 wrapped game

20.) Which work of yours have you reread the most?

oh, definitely lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀 purely because if i DONT reread it, i will inevitably forget details SIDHDJJDJSS. Honestly tho, i dont often reread my works?? Like i do on occasion, but the bulk of my time is usually spent writing new things rather than rereading old :]

29.) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Honestly?? My opener from Through the Looking Glass, Darkly:

Years ago, when the sculk festering in this rotten cathedral finally dragged its roots down to water and poisoned the well, Gem had wondered, idly, if the city of Hermitopia was akin to an egg.

Peering at it sideways, there was a certain beatific logic to it; the ley lines running underneath these streets had always reeked of sulfur, for those actually brave enough to skirt close and smell it. She’d made her living in the hairline fractures of its putrefying shell, one empty bullet casing at a time—and when the first mutations began to catalyze, the imagery had stuck with her: a great, big, putrid egg, oozing lifeblood in the form of fetid yolk.

Mutated crime had only been the first crack in a society collapsing underneath the weight of its own decaying underbelly, but she hadn’t spared it much thought beyond that. Sometimes, cities sink; Hermitopia sat on a wall. Hermitopia had a great fall. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men—

Well.

You know what they say about omelettes.

“... Alright!” Impulse’s voice echoes over itself in a multi-layered choir, bouncing off half-ragged walls and burrowing in amongst the sculk. “Well, she could definitely use a bit of an updo, but… yeah! Here it is!”

An understatement; Forgery’s former lair is a cyan-speckled, moldering infestation, three-quarters sculk and still growing. Here at its center, ravenous fingers have already punched their way into stone, scrawling up the vaulted walls in strange, fungal swoops—letters without language, glyphs without meaning. Spokes reaching out from a glistening pool. The pale glint of sculk in liquid culture is… mesmerizing, a tapestry of night stretched taut and encrusted with stars. Hemmed in by something akin to thick, yellow limestone, the malignant mixture in the cistern below them undulates in time with every echo—and when Gem peers into it, locks her gaze with that yearning abyss, her skin begins to crawl.

Impulse had called it the Catalyst. Gem calls it for what it really is:

Hungry.

Im particularly proud of the different metaphors i was able to meld together and carry all within these nine paragraphs-- i think my favorite is the Humpty Dumpty line referring to Hermitopia as a broken, rotting egg, but a very close second is the comparison of sculk on the walls to glyphs in a language without meaning. My goal with that one was to retroactively build on a thread from @/alicenotalice 's piece The Wardens of Tomorrow-- there's a section where Impulse, in the process of being consumed by sculk, mentions that it sings to him, and i wanted to help set up and boost that absolutely beautiful imagery in advance for her :] i like to think i succeeded, and either way these paragraphs came out very strong, so im very, very fond of them

[notprincehamlet]

postcards from the drewniverse: titusville (clk)

[septfair]

speaking of my fanmade rtc production i was working on a google slides thing to maybe post on here but i keep wanting to change shit like midway thru 💔 maybe it's the true nature of cyclone something something this dream of life is never ending something or whatever but i want to be happy with my designs for these geeks for more than like 2 days

[mariocki]

Patrick Troughton - billed as Pat - helps the stricken French nobility (and flashes the audience) as Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, a staunch ally of the title character in The Adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel (ITP, 1955 - 1956)