#he can do a lot with the string

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

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[rustedleopard]

I feel like if Chujin was still alive during the events of Undertale Yellow, his and Clover's relationship would be incredibly rocky. Pacifist!Clover could bring him around to tolerating them (after all, they have that sort of effect on everyone), but it would be more in a "this human is the only 'good' human" manner than a "maybe I should reevaluate my opinions on humans overall because you can't judge an entire group based off (very biased) stories and one bad experience." Even then, that opinion would be subject to change should Clover ever get frustrated or behave "too aggressively" or act in any manner that isn't perfectly docile. If Clover ends up attacking a monster then it's "humans are just as horrible as they were in the war stories, I should've known better" regardless of the circumstances that could've pushed Clover to fight. Suffocating expectations and endless demands for patience when he wouldn't ask the same of a fellow monster.

And heaven forbid he ever meet Clover on a No Mercy Run...

[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.

[strawglicks]

Day 765372893 of seething silently over the cathal infantalization in the official clashcord server babes what else is new

[averlym]

,,, little lemmings in line...

[copiawife]

i'm so proud of him i love him SO MUCH

[milfygerard]

living in the inbetween hell where I dont hate or love ttpd enough to agree with anyone on the dash so im just sort of flinching whenever I see a post about it from any side

[yappacadaver]

you know who wouldn't pull his writing punches? brian clarke from the mortuary assistant. he would never do me like this

[mellotronmkll]

Like sometimes I just feel like I'm a keyboardist trapped in a guitarists body

[moonkinz]

cocker spaniel family!!! caramel (pronounced care-a-mel) has a little name collar, caramel (pronounced car-mel), and cara (lil kinz baby!) <3

i love them dearly

[ghoodles]

Whump month!! I tried to make it a sort of mix between both days 1 and 2 but i really just ended up focusing on the burn part of it so.. just day one! (thank you to @cirrus-ghoulette for making this!)

GHOST BC WHUMP MONTH DAY 1: BURNS

Characters featured: Sparrow (OC), with a mention of Dew

CWS: Burns, Blisters, Improper burn care, Improper wound care, Blood

Summary: Sparrow finally gets a chance to harness her fire.

Sparrow had never been one with magic.

She’d seen her family and peers use it as second nature, from making cool breezes in the pits of gluttony to warming a cauldron with their own hands in the cold nights that had followed the scorching hot days. She’d seen her friends hunt, an air ghoul removing the air from an animal’s lungs as a fire ghoulette swooped in to cook the flesh. And yet- her magic could not manifest. Close to barely grasp, but not enough to harness, to bring up to her fingertips or any form of her body, until she was pulled out into the cold, yet welcoming Earth. During her visits with the other ghouls, she’d learned about the instruments the Ministry had possessed; Items enchanted to give that small boost to allow the powers to flow out. From then on, he had begun to search for a guitar- the Element of fire, the one he couldn’t reach. In the cover of darkness, the ghoulette had snuck into Dew’s room.

And now, the Stratocaster was in her hands, the low light of the practice room making it harder to see- It’d be too risky to put the lights all the way on, after all. She’d pulled out a spare pick and tabs for a random song- Which one didn't matter, she just had to let the warmth out, to pull the fire out from the depths of her soul and harness it, like everyone else did.

Her hands slowly went to the strings, holding and playing over and over again, trying to engage with the embers deep in her chest, in her soul, in her being. She kept her hands steady, even when the heat had begun to rise up, her brown eyes lighting up in the process, leaning into it to bring it up further- just as the many, many people had told a younger her to do. 

The excitement was short-lived, the joy suddenly turning into pain, a scorching, burning pain as he felt a scream bubbling in his throat, keeping it down and instead trying to play more- maybe the more he played, the more he could control it, as the fire crackled its way through her veins and made its way onto her hands, the heat causing the strings to begin to melt through, snapping them string by string, the metal snapping against her soft hands and allowing for crimson to seep down, with painful licks of fire peeking out from the wounds as she tossed the Stratocaster away, her hands palms up with fire dancing its way up her arms- unable to stop the force even as she tried to pull away from the connection, her breathing quick and pained, stifling the pained exclamations as they tried to bubble up but she wouldn't dare whine or yell, this was her fault and her fault alone.

Maybe she should have tried air, she should have taken a synth or keytar or something other than this, but it was too late.

It took her fifteen minutes in order to calm the raging element down enough, the licks of fire against her forearms dissipating into discolored skin and small blisters that would most likely grow in the morning, but she couldn't care, leaving the discarded guitar as she stumbled back to her room in the dead of night, trying to not gain anyone's attention, even if nobody was there, she had to be sure. This was her own fault, she'd deal with it in the morning, maybe grab some burn creams out of the infirmary or something, but as her head hit the pillow it had all fell to black, as her body attempted to gain the energy to fix the mess she'd made.

Sparrow had woken up late to the sounds of banter outside her room, unable to understand, she groggily stood up, staring at the burns in the mirror, the blisters unsightly, the wounds on her hand a bit cauterized, but not enough to quit the bleeding, which it had done the night prior, leaving crimson stains on the bed. She pulled together an outfit as the conversations outside continued, a black t-shirt with stars on it, blue jeans, and a gray jacket, wincing as the fabric brushed against the burns, taking a couple of breaths as the pain rippled through the forearms. 

After it had become a bit more bearable, she went out to join the banter of the others, her wings occasionally twitching as the fabric had continued to rub against the burns.

It was her own fault, her own carelessness. She'd take care of it soon enough, maybe.

[struungout]

tfw you’ve been actively collecting dolls for 15 years and can tell you won’t like a doll body just based off pictures posted online.

[cynicalmusings]

concert pianist!xiao is currently on the brain…

[myownprivatcidaho]

whats tough about like. Having Chemistry and spending time with someone at the start of the spring semester is that valentines day is coming up and its like a make or break point with what you may or may not Be and you have to question what direction things are headed in and its a pressure just Not present in the fall semester idk. idk

[miodiodavinci]

ouhghgh , , , reached the point where my throat is in so much pain i can't sleep, even with cough drops , , , , i keep waking up every hour coughing so hard i start to throw up by the end , , , , it looks like my fever might finally be going down (original peak of 100.9, now down to 98.8) but god , , , , the agony , , , , , ,

[arcenergy]

speaking of which the only way i can really swim underwater is by humming underwater as opposed to slowly exhaling thru your nose because i guess ive just always had a hard time exhaling slowly underwater and a counselor + longtime friend recommended i try humming so as a kid when i was swimming the other kids would surface and ask who was singing underwater lmao. they thought it was weird but didnt really care