#gonna tag it anyways

[dailyswapsans]

*DAY 155

[2plolo]

She griddle on my hark til I unlock her tomb

[chaoticlad]

Gonna provide an smg34 doodle with little context 👍

They had a tad bit too much alone time together n’ nothing happened ☺️

[jacket-ghost]

Am aromantic (also asexual but idrc bout that)

Also unfinished aroace moth art

[kluskinoodles]

I don’t know, one more won’t hurt i was absent for a bit

I am looking AT you JS tumblr user

[usakkhae]

I'm not a therian or otherkin but I think I have a very strong phantom tail and sometimes ears

[the-sea-speaks]

I have a silly little life series thought.

what if Joel's bloodlust and madness isn't a curse? it feels like it's part of him, part of who he is. out of the life series it persists, it's always there, the glee, his voice getting more and more high pitched the more lives he takes, the more death and destruction at his hands.

what if, instead, he's a watcher.

maybe they saw the thrill of the hunt in third life, even though he didn't kill anyone, or maybe he joined before, maybe he was always one of them.

it's why he's so terrible with lore: what does it matter when it's all clear and facts to him? he sees everything, everything carries on from one section to the next. and it doesn't matter if he wins, he's just there for the joy of the hunt, the thrill of the kill, the pain of emotions. he's friends with the other players, connected to them, and that part, the tearing away from them, that's what the watchers as a whole feed off from him: the pain when he loses, even just for a moment, the people he loves.

[mynameis-a]

wind character venn diagram

brought to you by me going to the wiki and realizing that blade is not quantum or lightning

[bleeding-nose]

@icarusdiggitydog your wish my command(was going to reblog, but i saw that you deactivated the option).

It took longer than i wanted to

Aaaand i was going to do in another way(draw the whole character) but i gave up and just did this

I definitely know how to draw a tie

[cupidsdolll]

not to alarm anyone but i’m writing a little bit and wanted to share something funny:)

"M'pretty now? Be careful or someone might think y'like me. But thank you, I guess one might say you looked pretty tonight as well, not me though."

the only thing i could think of is “not me though, yall stay safe”

[calofhearting]

Setting: hotel lobby, the second day of the Games @subsiist

With the Games officially started nobody was paying any attention to the lottery winners. Or at least Selene wasn't paying attention to her, so she was making the best of it and trying to avoid thinking about last year. Her family had been so full of hope for Cato. He had been training his entire life for that moment and it should have been his. He should have won. He had been the favorite to win and her parents had been so happy.

And then everything had gone wrong on that final night. Calista didn't let herself think about his final moments. The screams. It kept her up at night.

Walking out of the elevator, Calista planned on going to the lunch place that Domi had suggested she try. She was making her way toward the exit when she spotted him. Peeta Mellark. Her stomach dropped and her heart started to pound as she looked at him. Calista had secretly hoped that she would run into him, but now that she saw him she didn't know what she would say to him. Her feelings about Peeta were complicated. He hadn't killed her brother but he had lied to him. If Katniss and Peeta weren't there, would Cato have won? Would Clove have lasted until the end too? Deep down, she didn't know if Cato and Clove would have done what Katniss and Peeta had done.

She watched as he turned and started to walk toward the exit and she realized that it was now or never. She had no idea what she was going to say and she had no plan, which was very unusual for Calista. She rarely did things without thinking them through and then double and triple guessing herself the whole way there. But she walked up to Peeta Mellark and nearly froze when he looked at her. Could she do this?

"Hi. You um, you don't know me, but my name is Calista Hearting. Cato was my brother."

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[feelo-fick]

why are you still here, then????

[sabertoothwalrus]

does science experiments on you (homoerotically)

[phanfuckingtasmal]

im sorry but i cannot stop thinking about isha's pastel memories that play during her sacrifice scene.

look at how full of colour this beautiful fuckin shot is:

it's been well established in episodes 4-6 how grim and dark the undercity has become under cait and ambessa's new rule. but look at how isha sees/remembers it - because of jinx.

jinx, who went through a severe childhood trauma that has carried over into her present self - she covers extremely destructive weapons and grenades in bright pinks and blues, neons, childlike doodles, graffiti. (joy and destruction, powder and jinx, a contrast so striking it becomes like a signature for her).

and then we see the world through isha's eyes. when we meet her in episode 2, she's running through sewers, from goons dressed in black; it's grimy and grim. and then all of her recent memories are done in these childlike pastel, almost crayon-y sketches. because what isha saw was jinx covering a dark and grim world in colours.

and so isha covered her world in colour, too.

because jinx made her world bright.

isha looked at jinx and saw the child in her. she saw powder and she saw jinx. she saw joy and destruction. and that's why jinx gave isha so much hope. isha knew the world was grim and dark - but then she watched jinx, and she learned that you can paint over all that grim darkness with neon blue spray paint.

that's why isha believed in hope. that's why in her final moments - in a scene that is lit dimly and dramatically - she sees nothing but a bright world coloured in pastels.

never underestimate the hope of a child.

[notherpuppet]

Can you do a gender swap Alastor and Lucifer in human form?

Yes

Luci and Alice