#hence the description

[emily-mooon]

​You’ve seen MLP and Muppet Byler, now get ready for Care Bears Byler!

[parisoonic]

two hugs; years apart. (or a monday and a friday.)

[demaparbat-hp]

Regarding the Cherry Wine Incident.

[naturecalls111]

[indilaras]

More sketchbook shenanigans feat. the lovely Ingrid Starling~

ID: a page of sketches of Ingrid Starling from Rolling with Difficulty: Open and Shut. Going clockwise, it includes a knees-up of her brandishing her rapier with a smile, a bust of her closing her eyes while smiling with a hand on her chest, a full-body chibi of her standing with one leg behind her, and a portrait of her angry. End ID.

[trashingfish]

I literally want to fuck Messmer so bad but I literally think he essentially has catholic guilt and wouldn't fuck

[hydrodragons]

genshin impact gif challenge ✦

[1/?] archon quests → interlude chapter, act iii: inversion of genesis

“do you think there are any differences between your present self and your previous and future incarnations? if not, then what are the differences between humans and puppets? whoever has tasted the joys and sorrows of life in the human realm is human. whoever has loved and lost, cried with grief, howled with rage at the tragedy of death that eclipses the miracle of life... they are human too."

[hey-its-tofu]

The Sage and The Keymaster

[stellarangelic]

Alright heres my SP car headcanons. Just main four

Stan has a tesla (in eye-bleedingly bright white, thats the only color they had in stock). It's mainly for the enviroment

Kyle has just an average SUV. Grey in color. Don't have much to say for his choice, it fits in and does it's job.

Cart has a Rolls Royce. Tak. Bright purple. Stupidly extravagant and has all kinds of decorations that are waaaay too organized and well-thought-out for someone who insists when insinuated he might be serious about it, 'i dont give a rats ass about how my stuff looks. its ironic clearly i mean you guys dont just even understand me...'

Kenny has a non-descript truck in red color. All he knows is that it used to be Stuarts that he passed down to Kenny when Stuart got old enough that he didn't have the desire to go anywhere. The paint peel off patches at a time, leaving an orange-ish color in some spots. Broken wheel stuck on the back with what looks to be superglue and tape. L-wd knows which family member did that. Stuart doesn't seem to remember. Or know in the first place.

[st4zia]

Marina, where are you?

[holly-natnicole]

Zoë Nightshade: "An animal sanctuary is under threat from deforestation. Hunters of Artemis, assemble!!"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "I'm in."

Celyn Glynn: "Me as well."

Thalia Chase: "Thank God!! I was standing still for, like, 5 minutes and it was awful. Lets do this."

Reyna de la Fuerza: "Already working on a plan."

Josephine-x-Hemithea Sanders (it's Jo's surname which Emmie took upon them getting married to each other): "I changed my mind. I'm out."

Rosebay Fytó (a dryáda whose plant form is Nerium oleander): "What?"

Hemithea-x-Josephine Sanders: *hugging Georgina and each other* "Sorry..."

Edessa Waterfalls (a naïáda whose water form is the Edessa Waterfalls): "Do I have to go?"

Bianca di Angelo: "Yes!!"

Phoebe Iliofáneia: "Who do I get to fight?"

Zoë Nightshade: "Wait, why do you get to be the leader?"

Thalia Chase: "Because I am the leader."

Phoebe Iliofáneia: "Can I fight you?"

Thalia Chase: "We're on the same team. Where's Hippolytus?"

Hippolytus Toxótis: "I got lost. Are everyone else there?"

Naomi Levi: "I work alone."

Bianca di Angelo: "Have you ever tried talking to the mortal humans? You know, maybe they just need to feel heard."

Rosebay Fytó: "So, after this fight, does anyone want to go to Taco Bell?"

Hunter Kowalski: "Ooh, that sounds great!!"

Hemithea Sanders: "That's not gonna be necessary, because I already made sandwiches."

Bianca di Angelo: "I forgot to ask. Are we getting paid for this?"

Phoebe Iliofáneia: "You all couldn't handle me."

Zoë Nightshade: "I should be the leader."

Thalia Chase: "Well, you're not. What's the plan?"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "I worked out a 14-page branching decision tree for our offensive strategy."

Thalia Chase: "That's... a lot."

Josephine Sanders: "How's my suit look?"

Hemithea Sanders: "Looking good from here." *clicks mouth flirtatiously*

Thalia Chase: "All right, lets go!!"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "I got the culprit."

Zoë Nightshade & Thalia Chase: "What??!!"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "Yeah, you were taking too long and I wanted to fight. You wanna fight about it?"

Bianca di Angelo: "...So, Taco Bell?"

Beatrice Hortensius (biological daughter of a demigod and a dryáda): "Yes!!"

Hemithea Sanders: "I made sandwiches!!"

[memento-morri-writes]

writing share - body horror edition

So, the lovely, amazing @space-writes expressed interest in reading my fucked-up body horror that I wrote last night/early this morning, and who am I to deny a friend? So, here you go:

A brief bit of context: Just under two days ago, Sigmar, Rook's beloved mentor and kinda-sorta father figure, ended up being revealed as a corpse being puppeted by the BBEG, Dr. Purity. The rest of the party brutally killed him while Rook watched. (Via tooth and claw, and also a sonic shockwave from a magic guitar.) And just today, Warren, the party gunslinger, a werewolf and Rook's other kinda-sorta father figure, died (like perma-forever, never-coming-back died) in order to save Rook's life. (Or rather, in order to resurrect Rook, since he was dead at the time.) Now Rook is extremely sleep-deprived and also being affected by mind-altering parasites, two factors that are working together to give him some pretty vivid and fucked-up hallucinations.

(fair warning, this isn't written out fully to the best of my abilities because this scene hasn't happened yet. So this is just my description of what Rook will be seeing and hearing, not a full prose write-up with his internal thoughts and all that. I will almost certainly do that after next week's session, though, so let me know if you want to see that then.)

major tw for extreme gore & maybe body horror under the cut (also emotional manipulation/guilt-tripping)

Rook hears a strange sound, like clumsy, disjointed footsteps. He looks around wildly for the source, and freezes. Out of the hallway we have just come from looms a horrible sight: Sigmar’s corpse is lurching towards him, somehow propelling itself on shattered limbs. All of his joints are dislocated, giving his body a freakishly elongated appearance. His shredded clothes are soaked with blood, and every inch of his skin is covered in hundreds of claw and tooth marks, all of which are weeping blood. A web of dark black veins branch out across his face, and thick black ichor drips from his mouth. It falls to the ground, splattering onto the tile with each step.  He reaches out towards Rook with jagged, broken fingers, and says, “Rook… your friends killed me. Slaughtered me. Ripped me to pieces like wild animals.” He takes another staggering step towards Rook, who backs away, shaking. Sigmar’s face is pleading as he says, “You said you trusted me. You promised to help me.” Rook takes another stumbling step backwards, shaking his head. “No…” he mutters, “no!” Sigmar points an accusing finger at Rook, and his demeanor changes, a dark fury crossing his face. For a moment Rook can see why people fear him. “I should never have spoken to you. I should have burned down Warren’s house with you still inside. It’s what the two of you deserve.” As if on cue, another shape lurches out of the shadows of a hallway across the way. It’s Warren. His chest has been blown open, his ribs pointing in every direction, and the remains of his guts are dripping from the hole where his stomach used to be. His body is splattered in gore. He’s missing one of his hands, the arm ending in a jagged point of bone surrounded by burnt and blackened flesh. He opens his mouth to speak, revealing pointed canine teeth that clash with his human appearance. “Rook, you stupid bastard. I died for you. You.” He bares his teeth and snarls at Rook, an animalistic sound that rattles him to his core. He takes an involuntary half-step backwards. Warren scoffs in disdain. “We should have left you to rot in that fungi-infested hallway. You brought him to us.” He glares pointedly at Sigmar, then looks back to Rook. “You’re the reason those two attacked us – attacked Cherry. You’re the reason I’m dead. The reason Cherry won’t ever have a father.” Sigmar steps closer, looking Rook up and down, disgust plainly visible on his face. “Speaking of fathers, yours was right: You are a useless piece of shit.” He spits in Rook’s direction, then takes another step closer.  Across the room, Warren moves to flank him. “Traitor.” “Liar,” Sigmar adds as the two stalk closer, matching each other step for step.  The corpses lumber forwards, stumbling on broken legs until they’re so close that Rook can smell them. The awful scents of Warren’s burnt flesh and the blood soaking Sigmar’s clothes fill his nose, nauseating and overwhelming. They’re right in front of him now. He tries to shrink away, further into the corner, but to no avail. His limbs refuse to obey, and he stays frozen in place. They reach for him, one with shattered fingers, the other with a charred stump of an arm, and say in unison, “good-for-nothing”. As they do, he hears a third voice layered over the other two: his father. But he doesn’t have time to think on this, because in that moment their outstretched arms reach him, and everything goes black.

[crwbannwen]

Linguistics is descriptive, not prescriptive.

There is no ‘correct’ language or dialect. They all developed as part of the history of the people who speak them and should all be celebrated.

And phrases that are grammatically ‘incorrect’ are fine as long as they are able to be understood. And after a while they become part of the language and should be considered grammatical.

But I will still never accept ‘hence why’, it just makes me die inside. It’s just ‘hence’ or ‘that’s why’. You don’t need to ‘suffocation, no breathing’ your connectives.

I say ‘whose mug is that cup’, ‘there’s lovely’, and ‘now in a minute’ unironically. But I have a physically painful reaction to ‘hence why’.

Please tell me other people have common non-grammatical phrases that physically hurt them too.

[peridots-pixiwolf]

sketches from @mipexch 's whiteboard a couple days ago!!

also feat. a very small reference to @onlineviolence :]

[doodlebeeberry]

not sure if i can call this an au or not but. a semi-literalization of a semi-post-cannon amelia/scenty divide

[indilaras]

howdy, captain

ID: a drawing of Dani from Rolling with Difficulty (Per Aspera campaign), in her Season 5 design. She is standing with her arms to the side, tilting her head and looking at the viewer. Part of her coat obscures the lower half of her face. Wisps of blue flames surround her. She is mostly in shadow. The background is a dark blue with a noise effect. End ID.