#give this guy more tips

[r-aindr0p]

Man the jury is unhinged on those culinary crucible event

I genuinely thought for a few seconds that Ortho would idk casually nuke the food

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

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[rosicheeks]

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[satans-knitwear]

Friday outtakes ✨

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[purplecatghostposts]

Me, after watching the ML Season 5 ‘Emotion’ episode for the first time: Oh no. I need to put this bird guy in situations IMMEDIATELY.

[starry-bi-sky]

Another Danyal Al Ghul art dump! Minor compared to other ones but I quite like these ones.

[phoenixcatch7]

Up next, the only model I have of one of my rare fandom OCs. I typically only make one per fandom, so this is mdzs!

This is Crow, a nameless and amnesiac raven. The animal reincarnation of an ancient demonic cultivator puppeting the skeleton of their previous life. Wwx named them upon meeting them when he mistook their species in the dark, and then found it funny enough he kept the name.

It's vanishingly rare these guys get lore, but this one does!

I typically keep to book or anime continuity, and crow is my nod to cql/the untamed. In this, crow is the only known member of a rare and unorthodox species - a yin skeleton.

To 'become' a yin skeleton, a few criteria must be met: a creature of sufficient power and resentment must die an unsettled death and yet refuse to become a resentful spirit. Their corpse must then be left, undisturbed and unburied in whatever state it was left in, in a location of immense resentful energy with full exposure to (the purifying yin of) the moon. After many years, once the flesh has rotted off the bones, the skeleton left will rise once more and mindlessly seek out its soul. Should it encounter the soul in their new body, and the soul accept the undead shell rather than fleeing or destroying it, the bond between mind and body will be forged anew, and the skeleton becomes a second body of the soul, allowing it to cultivate immense amounts of yin energy without damage to the current vessel.

Having no organs, it of course cannot talk or feel pain, though resentment puppets its limbs and allows it to see and hear just as well as any reanimated skeleton - better, even. Though it can carry out orders and operate from a significant distance, a yin skeleton will always be drawn back to its soul, seeking out what it can never again have.

Crow is the reincarnation of whoever created the burial mounds, the losing side. It's been so long since they first reincarnated, gained their yin skeleton, and cultivated to sapience that they no longer recall anything about their human life, including their old gender. Wwx theorises that they could be Xue Chonghai himself, or one of his disciples, but any clues are long since lost to time and they're not really interested in finding out. Nonetheless, they have 'lived' in the burial mounds undisturbed and undiscovered for centuries, learning and experimenting with yin energy with their decreasingly limited intelligence and total lack of resources or modern knowledge.

Wwx encounters them for the first time utilising corpses for a dance ritual to expose the sky above the thick smog. Think a rain dance, but in reverse. Though they're not a fighter (nothing to fight in the burial mounds if you're part of it) or good at using their words (nothing to talk to in the burial mounds period), they nonetheless possess a deep understanding of yin energy/resentment and its interactions with its cultivators that wwx reverse engineers and uses to reach even greater heights. Vaguely endeared and deeply interested in the most unusual thing to happen in the mounds in literal centuries, their raven body often leaves the mounds to scavenge for berries and the like for wwx to eat, because lord knows what he was eating in canon.

When wwx breaks out of the burial mounds, they intermittently visit him, acquiring a veiled hat and covering robes to avoid getting hunted down, pretending mutism and the bird being a talking service animal trained for translation. They could not look any more like a demonic cultivator if they tried, though, so results are mixed. They are often one crow among the many that follow wwx around being ominous and creepy, so it's no surprise he thought they were one too at first!

With a reason and desire to explore and socialise (with like, one person lol), Crow slowly grows to genuinely like wwx and shows initiative by spying for information. This works worryingly well, being just a bird and a super powered undead. When wwx brings the wens to the burial mounds, Crow is introduced to them all and in turn shows them the way to the old sect ruins, where they settle. They bond with wn, unsurprisingly, and are extremely fond of him and the small human who is soon unafraid to approach them. During the first siege of the burial mounds, wwx orders them to hide and guard a-yuan, and they do so, though they struggle to care for him as his fever climbs. When lwj comes and rescues a-yuan, they follow him in secret, often checking in on the pair in between general spying and stalking and trying to clean up the mounds.

When wwx is forcibly brought back to life in a new body, his own skeleton wakes up and tries to find him. Crow takes care of it like an exasperated child minder, keeping it from running out in public or off cliffs in search of him, until they encounter him halfway up dafan mountain. A dark human shape looming in the shadows of the trees just off the path looking straight at him, following the narrative it'd be the first time the audience meets them lol. The very image of Bad News.

Crow leads wwx to a clearing, where there is the outline of a tall, broad figure standing just inside the shade cast by the trees. Red eyes, tumbling and tattered hair, flowing robes. It steps out into the moonlight, and wwx's skeleton is skinless and bare but for the cloak Crow has forced it into. Wwx reaches for the grasping bony hands with zero hesitation, and thus wwx gets his own yin skeleton - the first ever human to do so.

As a demonic hippie, essentially, Crow isn't really a fighter - preferring to cultivate through dance where wwx chooses music - though they aren't afraid to dish the pain. Like any other undead, the skeleton does all the work, fighting unarmed with immense brute strength, speed and endurance. Like wn, basically. When not covered from head to toe to participate in society they typically wear very loose, gaping clothing to allow Crow to climb around on the bones. They typically rest in the exposed ribcage like a birdcage, but when making a point they often climb into the skull to peer from an eye socket (which is why the design has a single red eye. All very goth. I was going to use a normal eye but it looks absolutely HORRIFYING on a skeleton XD).

Crow, being a bird in charge of a skeleton in a pit of death, cares very little for appearances, and their yin skeleton is clothed in repaired and stolen rags from the corpses. The only thing remaining of their past life is a weirdly indestructible cloak/outer robe embroidered with falling red leaves. Shoes are very hard to wear when you don't have any skin or muscles, and it's not like it can get scratches or sore feet anyway, so it's barefoot, only using wraps to give the illusion of shoes. The whole chest was supposed to be exposed so you could see the ribs! But there weren't any chest pieces like that so I had to settle. It does look SUPER cool though. The feathers on their chest are from the bird! It's hard to tell given the dark colours and the blood, but they're the same blue as the wings! The arm guards and wraps are basically just falconry gloves so Crow can land safely and not fall off the bones lol. The moon/yin bleaching has left the bones really white, unlike natural skeletons which are yellow. The bleaching white is for hygiene and aesthetic I think.

Due to the bird cultivating resentment, Crow successfully reached immortality in their flesh and blood body. Perhaps they could have been human by now had they stayed in the reincarnation cycle and led good lives, but they prefer the life they have. If they could speak eloquently enough they could revolutionise the study of yin, but wwx is the only one who really listened. Eventually, perhaps, if they form the undead trio with wn and sl (and a-qing, technically) and one of the two teaches them the modern writing system. Due to all the spying and exploring (breaking and entering) they do, they often struggle to have patience with surprise or denial. Crow may have bitten someone in frustration. Or five.

Luckily, lsh and jl regard them as the creepy but helpful uncle, and enjoy petting the raven as much as it enjoys being pet. The adults who know of them are mostly warily resigned to ominous eyeless staring and a bird randomly sharing personal details of their enemies. It's how they show their love.

Man but I'm SO happy with the design, it came out SO WELL!!

If you've read this far, yay! Tell me what you think ^u^

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

The opening of a downfall

the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby

Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).

A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).

3rd person

The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.

This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.

The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.

Y/N POV

I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.

Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and I were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.

As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.

Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the heavy makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.

Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.

As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.

A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>؂•̀๑)

[bcneheaded]

I was just thinking and... Artemis is not kind. yes, for all his friendliness, and all the fancy and amicable language and behaviors he displays outwardly to just about everyone who enters his shop... he's not genuinely nice. Artemis is a demon. in any verse of his, he used to be something akin to a spirit/god of LOVE, but was twisted into Wrath, or Hatred - which is the opposite. After leaving the pits of hell, having his little demonic tantrum and breakdown and finally growing weary and finding some semblance of clarity, he's grown out of what he was once again, and became something new. He's still wrathful, hateful, angry, and morose, but now he's so much more without even realizing. He's evolved and will continue to do so over time even if he stagnates for decades, centuries even. The friendships and relationships with other muses that he develops will influence his personality and the way he views things in time, as we've seen it happen already countless times ofc! And for those who did earn his respect and care, he does truly care for them and would gladly go out of his way for them (to what degree depends entirely on the level of closeness). But again.... Artemis is not kind, by nature and he hasn't been for a very, very long time. He was genuinely just plain and simple EVIL He was a villain - a monster, unrecognizable to how he acts now- doing horrible, unspeakable deeds for the pleasure of it. It's how he got the bones he wears in and on his body. So while he might be polite, charming even, and friendly - if he does not know you... he doesn't care about you nor what happens to you. If say for example, he sees you wandering that ruined cityside he lives in - rampant with entities that prey on the Living - and he saves you from being taken by evil spirits or demons? Chances are good that he did it for himself, or to be spiteful - to deny the other entities their prize (you / your soul). If he doesn't know you, the likelihood that he'll go out of his way for you is very low. But if there's something in it for him, some kind of reason as to why it might be worth his time and energy to actually step in... he might! But like all demons, it's good to be wary and to assume he doesn't care about you or your well-being, at least at first!! Artemis is not nice, but that doesn't mean he's malicious or cruel (anymore. not intentionally - he's quite literally under the mindset that he's just 'too old and tired for that nonsense'.) Artemis is manipulative, charming, cunning - he's everything you expect from a demon (though without a host, so he's certainly not attractive in any semblance of a conventional manner lmao - but he dresses well! and I think it's also telling just how-- *gestures at all that* --that he actually is, considering he's NOT attractive... but still puts people at ease, mostly, and can charm them to hell and back if he wanted to. He uses that not to manipulate people per say ?? like, he does not have an evil agenda by any means. He's just existing at this point, distanced from the gods and devils and just living his... life(?) if you can call it that. He's TRYING to do better. But he's still just... a demonic entity. A greater demon, for sure, if he had to be equated to some kind of level or whatever, but a demon nonetheless. But even for demons, there can be growth! and he is growing, very very slowly.

[tojiscrack]

OHHHH MY GOD HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHFAY TO MY FAV AUTHOR WTFFF HAPPY BIRTJDAY AHHHH I HOPE YOU HAVE SO MUCH FUN AND GET THE BEST EVER GIFTS MWAH I LOVE YOU

HAISJWISJSISJUSIAJSIWJSJSHSJWISJSIWJISJSISHWUQJQPWOCJWNWHSIQBSIWJODJWUSHWISHDJWIDJW(ongoing)

TYSM 😭❤️❤️

i had the best gifts ever this year (like i lost every bit of the civilised human being i am once i saw a SPECK of blue in the gift bag — it was gojo, i ripped it open and found a gojo tote bag). a shit tone of fragrance stuff, jewellery, etc.

the best gift of them ALL was everyone messaging me on here 😭 like i didn’t get this last year ‘cause liar, liar was being written but it was unreleased, therefore i did not know any of you. so glad i released it when i did, this ended up being one of the best birthdays ‘cause of you <3

[i-got-personality]

Had to get a new crutch so naturally the first thing I did was put a gay sticker on it

[koqabear]

dreamer is everything i wanted and more bye guys i’m deactivating!

[pinkyjulien]

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[satans-knitwear]

Booty in fishnets just too powerful for this poor phones camera

Treat me ~ Tip me

[melonisopod]

I want him playable in FGO. Come on, let me romance the fish man!

[ourceliumnetwork]

Well, once again running into trauma my parents gave me (unfortunately it's most of it) because the Cat That Uncontrollably Eats Plants got in my room to eat the single plant that is in there and got a good chunk of leaf. now he's in Observation and I'm dealing with the actual adrenaline issues instead of the adrenaline dumps i was getting (apparently. learned about what those are today and that explains A LOT ACTUALLY.)

Turns out getting run over by the dog who is at minimum half your size when you're like 6 or 7 and then getting told it's your fault she got out and ran off when there was nothing you could have done to stop her even if you'd known she was going to do that, and being yelled at and told to chase her down on your own is a lot for a small child. The fact that I was on dog catcher duty even when it wasn't "my fault" they got out over the years ever since probably also didn't help.

(quotes on "my fault" to emphasize i'm trying to reframe this at least somewhat in my head as of Right The Fuck Now because this is unhealthy. this is an unhealthy way to live and it will not help any cats in times of crises if my first reaction is to immediately punish myself instead of getting help and also i'm allowed to get help even if I do mess up and it is my fault but this time it super isn't and neither were any of the other times because i wasn't negligent or unobservant i was a child and also the dogs were untrained and also Solaire the cat is a menace who will find plants you didn't even know you had to eat)