#gave consumers

[arttsuka]

@wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au, again...

Mcducket with Tate (when he was an egg)

Stan would sell 'mystery eggs' and it would just be rocks or something

[aeviann]

Tranquil prints

[dykephan]

i'm just imagining dan and phil sitting down to write their silly little fanfictions for tabinof and when they're done they trade computers to read each others and phil goes. jesus fucking christ

[sentientsky]

im rly gay for the fly demon, apparently

[skrittkicking]

nice sword

[akiacia]

pokemon au

[ghosts-of-rishi]

This took so much longer than I initially expected 💀 Btw it was a surprise bring your oc to the challenge day

Thank you all! @zychk @patchmates @omaano @rochenn @ninjigma @phi-guy @dragon-subway @ivvmell @ddeck @calamity-aims @skeletons-eat

[rwby-confess]

Confession #140

[jadecantcreate]

little shepnax doodle because i had a Vision

the vision in question^ (freeform crashed so i left it at that lol)

[ryeszor]

[lickthehilt]

scrub a dub dub

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

ORV is about enduring the horrors in real time.

(for @everyonesfavoritebastard)

[thestrangeblob]

I tried to ignore this and move on... but like

...girl what???

wym??? that's why this ship is so endearing??? like why would you not want to read a man obsessed with his woman??? did we all forget what romances actually are? its not just bickering and sword fight lols. its the courting, its the swooning, its the loving!!!

[llondonfog]

"Hah, looks like the you who exists in this universe is equally as lazy," Sebek mutters under his breath, but Silver understands the tepid insult for what it disguises.

There's an unease restless beneath the other boy's words, an unease that's reflected in the faint furrow of Malleus' brows as they all stare apprehensively at the three intimidating figures looming on the dias above with a fourth conspicuously absent.

(Not his father, though— no, there's something worse than simple dread gathering like ominous storm clouds in the blood-red stain of Lilia's eyes.)

The Malleus of this eerie parallel realm sits with regal grace on a simple throne of obsidian stone so smooth that it might have been glass, with the elegant and pointed nails of one hand tapping lazily against the arm while not an ounce of emotion ripples over his stoic features after listening to their bizarre claims to have been transported here via a book of all things. To his left, a vision of Sebek— an imposing figure with an impressive glare, towering over even the boy at Silver's side in a sleek suit of armor the same color of the scales creeping around the sharp edges of his face.

And, strangely, pointed ears, although Silver can't quite place his finger on why the odd curvature of the tips sends an unwelcome, icy rattle down his spine.

"If by your comment you mean to expect a human to appear, there are none in Briar Valley."

Emerging from the dim shadows cloaking the right of the throne where he'd clearly been observing the proceedings the entire time, a fae curls his lip in a foreboding sneer down at their shocked and bewildered faces, clawed hand tense around the worn hilt of a familiar sword strapped to his hip.

"I know not what world you come from, but I know exactly who you are."

In the space of a shattered inhale, the fae teleports across the grand room, and Silver's body reacts before his brain can even catch up to reality, a startled cry leaping from his throat as the back of his head all but cracks against the stone wall and the cold edge of a blade flits dangerously close to his neck. The throne room erupts in a flurry of movement behind the fae as Sebek and his father try to charge towards his attacker and lightning leaps to Malleus' feet, raring to be unleashed, only for them all to be restrained in place as chains of ice erupt from the very floor itself with a lazy wave of the other Malleus' hand, the prince's eyes fixated firmly on the scene beyond.

"I killed you in your cradle seventeen years ago," General Vanrouge snarls at him through bared fangs, and the confession is worse than the man taking his sword and ramming it through Silver's heart with each syllable, every word a dagger sinking further into his soul as his worst, most private nightmares conglomerate before him into his father's face staring at him with such raw and savage hatred.

"How are you deserving of life in any universe?!"

[rexecutioner]

Sorry ive been so inactive recently, I have a life that I needed to get back to for a bit! I am returning with a new hyperfixation (i am seven years late)

I drew me and my friend’s favorite characters in a silly artstyle!! We are going through the game together and we are almost done with Chapter Four (i am so scared) (ignore how tiny Rantaro’s head is) (i rant in the tags beware)

[nezierf]

i can only have faith that i did the right thing