#gimme feedback

[dissapearingentity]

Bad lil bluestar drawing :))

Ps- PLEASE be EXTREMELY careful when looking at an alive character on google

Ps again- it’s my bday :)

[apoptoses]

listen if you're gonna reblog my somno fic and put in the tags that it rearranged your brain you gotta tell me exactly which part it was that scrambled you, them's just the rules

[vampire-nyx]

If you gotta send me a kys anon at least tell me why, don’t be lazy

[chappelroan]

inspo

[himemeiya]

Ayy for those of you who remember my initial post about the RGU-themed Picrew project, I finally have some kind of update!

I have traced/redrawn just about every hairstyle in RGU itself BUT what I really need is input on the additional hairstyles I've added. I wanted to be sure to add a few options for kinky hair, undercuts, and a couple other styles that I personally associate with the 90s <3 I tried to keep them stylistically similar to RGU so I hope that reads. Just in throwing these together I could see some looked a bit off and needed editing so gimme your thoughts pleaseeee! I'll attach 10 different hair examples, each with a combo of bangs, fwips, backs, or ponytail options which would, in the picrew, all be separate. So take into account that you could switch things around a bit too.

I also randomized the body type, eyes, mouth, and eyebrows to give y'all a little sneak peak at those too :3 If you have any specific requests for a face/emotion speak now or forever hold ur peace

[vatican-penis-vault]

Finally digitized an old Volo sketch :D

(Original sketch plus some other sketches under the cut!)

[danelloevee-sky]

I’m so normal about him

[Video Description: the Aviary Village is in night mode as the base game spirits from Golden Wasteland walk around the pole while saluting. OP’s skykid is walking beside Saluting Captain, also while saluting. The sky kid wears the Dreams ultimate cape, Spinning Mentor hair, Feast Antlers, Pinecone Accesory, and Jellyfish Whisperer outfit. All around are other players appearing in simpler forms due to the Festival Tech software / end description]

[jerrsterrr]

sleepy coach

RS au by @silliemop

as always comic idea below :3

full doodle made on magma lols :3

[awakentheeldritchabomination]

Oops. I gave them a twin.

I wanna shoutout Succession for convincing me that making them a pair of potently rich disaster siblings was, in fact, a good idea actually, and I should totally pivot their characterization.

My ‘Charlie’ (new name will be revealed later) is on the left btw. And, who knows? Maybe you’ll get a full body drawing for once… or even….some writing??? I don’t even know, so it’s definitely possible.

[eggyfella]

going crazy hard making new random quizzes for no reason to fill the void

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NEW QUIZ ALERT!!

I've been rotting my brain but aLso expanding my knowledge by watching longer content lately (deep dives, icebergs, etc.) so I made a quiz to help others start doing that if they're not sure where to start or just indecisive like me lol

anyway have fun

[mekha-draws]

Finally done! yay!

first one is a custom for myself, but I'll drop a limited run for it and it's recolor exclusively for ppl on my pinglist once it gets approved (spoiler, its gonna get so freakin' held back for shadows i can feel it)

[fluorescentmortem]

Okay but.... thoughts?

I was thinking a mix of blue in her stuff since she does actually wear a LOT of it... thoughts??

[set-in-stardust]

my english professor let me get autistic about this project so now I have an eleven page essay about David Tennant and Doctor Who/Good Omens parallels that i don't know what to do with so here you go

(By Fall Out Boy)

lmk what yall think because im about to write an essay for another class about an analysis of tenrose's dynamic because i touched on it here and i need to do it More. also i think it will kill me but it will be okay (and it unfortunately has a maximum word count which. this one didn't but i can always write an extended version)

[norameld]

A Good Death: Prologue Art by: Nora Meld (me!)

This is a comic based on a ttrpg actual play live show I am a part of on the Neon Lights Roleplay Twitch Channel. This is just the backstory of the world and setup for our characters, but I put a lot of effort into it. I plan on working on this and putting it out one chapter at a time, where one chapter = one episode of the show. I'd like to keep it to around 16 pages per episode, but we will see how that shakes out lol

I plan on also releasing it later on some type of comic site, maybe webtoons (even though I hate the infinite scroll system) or perhaps something else, who knows.

[webwanderer]

WIP Ivantill fic?!

I tried to cook something Ivantill related, headcanon story post Round 6. Based on my and other fans theories. I just wrote this part but I plan to expand it way more. I just wanted to have a feedback before going on with the fic🙏

(I know this is lacking context so far, pls spare me)

TW: indirect SA mention, slight gore description.

Till's POV

As sudden as a bolt from the blue, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something cold as ice breezed over my nape and a sharp tingle roared along my nerves, paralysing me there where I was sitting. Still as a statue, I held my breath. Or better, my lungs refused to inflate, my ribs acting as a cage for my squirming meat. I could feel my flesh melt to putty. The muscles of my  thigh were melting off of my femur, and all I could do was sit there and witness my body liquefy. Terror set in as I felt a large palm envelope my forearm. A visceral scream filled my mind. That hand was burning a deep mark on my skin. I was suddenly drowning in a white blaze that was hungrily devouring me whole. The flames were dancing around me and I could not breathe, the air lit on fire the last parts of my body that weren't already inflamed. 

There was no way out of that hell.

Until, I felt a hand wrap around my chin and a velvet thumb gently rubbing my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked up. There I saw some dark iris gazing down at me. For a moment, the scorching fire vanished, the noise made by the cries in my head calmed down, and I could finally breathe again. 

There, I realized how soft his hands could feel. 

Ivan sat next to me.

«Are you ok?» He asked me.

I looked at my arm: there was nothing but fair skin. Despite not seeing any trace, I could still feel the weight of forceful fingers engulfing my frame. At that moment I stood there lifeless, frail, thin as an ink stained piece of paper abandoned by a taunted poet who lost his inspiration. I didn't know what to do with myself.

I hesitated.

«Cheer up, Till.»

Ivan's POV

It had been a few hours and Till disappeared from the cafeteria of the Base without mutterings a word. I was sitting at one of the many metallic tables, staring mindlessly at my empty mug. I was brought back to reality when a warm hand touched my shoulder and I felt a presence sitting next to me. At the corner of my eye I was able to catch a glimpse of shiny pink locks and a pair of glossy emerald eyes. I tuned to face Mizi.

«I think he's in his room. He must still be metabolizing everything that happened. It will be hard, but I'm sure he'll manage to go back to his hot-headed self.» she said with half a smile.

Even though her eyes wanted to scream the opposite.

I nodded slightly and laid my attention back on the lonely cup.

It didn't matter that Mizi and I were on good terms, the silence created between us two started to fit uncomfortably tight on me.

«Er-um… Ivan, I was thinking that maybe» I listened attentively, despite still looking at the mug, «you could go and check on him?» she rushed the last part of the sentence. 

I understood her, though. This situation must have been really awkward. Still I wonder how could I look so calm. The reality was that, earlier, as I was staring at that stupid cup, my emotions were stirring messily inside of me. Blood and words and thoughts all mixed together to create an anxious mingle that was corroding me from within. Was it because I was worried about Till? Why did he run away to his room like that? Or maybe it's what happened in our round? Why did I do it? How could I do it?

I was meant to die. I was meant to die and save Till. Touch him, fake an aggression, be disqualified, lose. But I've never been strong enough. When it came to him, I could never control myself. And so I kissed him. I fucking kissed him. And I hated it. I hated myself. I forced him to kiss me. I forced the ungovernable spirit I adored to follow an order. How fucking egoist,  hypocritical. Perhaps I'm actually no different from Them. I'm just a sack of scum. I had promised myself to never show this side of me. My love should have stayed a secret. Among the exhausting demands of our owners, the relentless routines and the abuse, my love is now one of the many burdens that Till has to carry. I'm one of the deadweight that saddles him. I went too far.

I was about to explode, when Mizi arrived and woke me up from my brooding.

«I can go and check on him» I answered back. 

I didn't let my emotions transpire. I  wanted to spare Mizi, at least. She already lost Sua, she didn't need my emotional baggage as well.

I got up and left the Cafeteria. I was directed towards the dorms, towards his room, when suddenly I heard a distant humming. I walked fast and reached the end of the corridor, on my right the way to our dormitory, on the left the provenance of that faint melody. I followed my hearing. A few steps and I saw a small bench in front of me. A shady figure sitting on it, not facing me. I slowly approached the shadow, entranced by its voice like an eager seaman bewitched by a siren. Once the sound became intelligible, I immediately recognized the boy in front of me. Till was sitting alone, looking out one of the windows of the Base and humming some song.

Apparently he was too immersed in his song and didn't hear me.

Without thinking, I stretched out my hand to touch the back of his neck.

He jumped under my touch, freezing on his seat. With my palm I reached under his chin and held his face. With that action I hoped to show him that I was no harm. My figure was towering over him from behind, when he turned his face upwards to meet mine.

There, I realized how soft his gaze could feel. 

Pale as a ghost but cheeks lit red, eyes puffy and melancholy frowned brows. He was staring at me as he just witnessed death. 

I sat down next to him. I asked him if he was okay. He didn’t look okay. I briefly recalled something.

「«Do you have anything to say to your next opponent?»」

«Cheer up, Till.»

A.N. Tbh I'm very proud of this and could go on a 1h rant explaining my writing choices but I'll refrain from doing that (for now). Anyway, I wanna hear your opinions to see if some of yall would be interested in a full fic🙏

Also tell me if the way events are told is digestible enough. Like, I tried not to write a boring linear story but give it a little spice, but idk maybe I went a bit overboard with it lol.

[gojosoups]

Call me greedy but I really wish ppl left more comments/comments on their reblogs on my work 😔

How can I engage with ppl when it’s blank blogs spamming my notifications 💀