#holy hell i had fun with this

[finedinereception]

“lilith got charlie in the divorce” “lucifer got charlie in the divorce” actually alastor got her

[pickles4nickles]

RUN AND GET YEWR MEGAPHONE, POKEY

[littlenimart]

right side of my spread for @kazumajizine ! (see left side here)

y0-era real estate agent!Kiryu and 80's!Goromi at The Grand. it's no secret that I love Goromi, and the idea for the dual images came from me being assigned y0 and not being able to choose between drawing "regular" Majima and my favorite of his alter egos~

below is the back that I whipped up for the physical prints- the mods had the fun idea to print them playing card sized and 2-sided and I tried my best to model something like a Bicycle card deck.

i am by no means a graphic designer, but i had a lot of fun executing this concept and am still so happy with the way this turned out :^]

[tsukiglitch]

My favourite characters!

Honestly, I have more but these are my most consistent favourites, I guess. I love them so much. :]

also here's the speed paint if you're interested in seeing my struggle... enjoy :v

[aspynnwoofs]

Um. hi. your fanart of Marcy waking up from a nightmare is probably my favorite piece of Amphibia fanart ever. curious what was going through your head when you made it. also what are your headcannons/thoughts about The Core, Marcy, what she experienced while under its control, and its lasting effects on her?

holy shit dude, thanks? i don’t know what i did to deserve all this nice stuff you’re saying, but thanks. also the tags on the reblog were not aggressive or mean or anything, they actually made me super happy to see! i’m really glad you like it.

coming back after writing all the stuff, there’s a lot so i’m putting a ‘keep reading’ thing. seriously there’s so much

what was going through my head… hm. it’s like, i imagine Marcy having lots of nightmares about things that happened to her, or things that could have happened, stuff like that. i’ve read a lot of fanfic so now i really like the idea of her clutching her shirt when remembering being impaled. or even just for comfort, to know that her weakest point is covered in moments of terror. also she’s crying. sobbing. the only times she recovers quickly after bad nightmares is when she’s with the others.

i really like the idea of the Core not only sticking her in a box in her mind, but also showing her things. like to keep her from trying to get out. can’t resist if your mind is shattered and devoid of hope! anyway i mean like using the illusions to show her various things, situations, people. more peaceful ones where she’s with her girls, only to realize they aren’t there. terrifying ones where they make her live through her worst memories, her betrayal (of her and by her), her death, her torture and possession. twisted situations where Anne and Sasha proclaim that they can’t be seen with her, they can’t trust her, even hate her for what she’s done. sometimes the Core sticks her in unending darkness so they don’t have to think of anything, or if they’re focused on something else and need her out of the way (this is where the thing about being unable to sleep or feel safe in complete darkness is from). sometimes they’ll make a fake scene where it seems as though she is being shown what her body is doing, she can see through her eyes, and then she hurts people. kills people. sometimes it will be real, but she doesn’t know that, and she will still hurt people. when whoever in the Core in charge of her is feeling particularly cruel, they’ll do a simulation of her being saved. rescued. freed. forgiven. she’s finally with her girls. but. she isn’t. she’s still here. of course they didn’t save her, why would they? she’s a horrible person, and she did so much unforgivable stuff? why would they ever want to save someone like her? (shit this is long, yeesh. well i’m having fun soo-) sometimes Anne and Sasha kill her as she’s possessed, because she needs out of the way, and her life doesn’t matter anyway. sometimes they free her and then take their fury at her out on her by hurting her.

recovery from that is incredibly hard. when she’s rescued, she doesn’t believe it. firmly denies it, hides from them, tries to keep them from hurting her, curls into a ball and refuses to acknowledge them. because they aren’t real, they aren’t. hasn’t she been through this enough? it takes the others a while to convince her she’s in reality, and that yes, they do really forgive her. she’s actually completely free.

later in life she has trouble discerning reality from her nightmares. she has insane trust issues. she can’t walk, not by herself. she’s terrified of fire, because fire is what impaled her, killed her, and fire is the color of the eyes that haunt her. a small zap of static electricity is enough to send her into a flashback of her possession, of the chair, of fire and lightning and code flowing into her, burning burning burning. once someone tried to calm her by grabbing her wrists, which only sent her further. the cuffs. they chained her down. she can’t move she can’t move! the color orange makes her nervous, if there’s too much of it she half convinced they’ve taken over somehow and tinted her vision the color of her nightmares. (looking at this you’d really think i’d be able to write something. i should write something) sudden complete darkness, such as someone turning off a light without warning, has her half believing whatever just happened wasn’t real, that the Core got bored and stuck her in the darkness. sound and small lights can help her come back to reality. sound because the Core wouldn’t let sound into their void, that would defeat the point! and small lights because if it all comes back quickly it just means the simulation has been turned back on. better to show her something small but concrete. Anne and Sasha have gotten really good at realizing when she needs a reality check, and then knowing her to ground her. (btw she doesn’t move away because i need her to have a support system. she might actually go crazy if she’s separated from her friends) ( whAT THE FUCk-?? this is so long! i need to wrap up! holy shiiiit) Marcy likes to hold their hands to help her remember where she is. physical touch is very grounding. the Core could never get it right so it’s even more so. after some nightmares she flinches from touch, so other things are needed, but once she’s returned from the hell in her mind she needs touch. sometimes weighted blankets help to ground her when she feels as though she might almost float away, sometimes they chain her down and trap her beneath the weight of all her mistakes.

there’s probably more, but if i kept going i’ll just have written a whole ass fic in an ask answer. hope you liked it! if not idk what i can give you (you’ll like it, because it’s great)

i don’t think i’ve ever written things out like things before, i should do that more. it helped to have specific questions, so thanks man i guess? heh.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hey guys are you allowed to have two fursonas cuz I'm really attached to being a bat but I just had the idea to make a cockatiel sona and I adore that so much 😭

[flavia8]

First 5* read of the year for me is Kill the Villainess.

It has it's issues, as all things do, but I genuinely thought reading this was worthwhile and thought provoking. It is a story I could fully engage with *all* aspects, which is ultimately how I define 5* reads. (Worthwhile to read, fully engaging, thought provoking, interesting, memorable and fun to engage with)

[vanlegion]

Eh, I was in a weird experimental mood. Have this. Dubbed 'Who Are You?' Pretty sure I've said this but I love characters that either are not human or beyond human... because existentialism is fun to think about.

My monitor makes this look 3-D which is awesome.

[offrozenmemoirs]

It's been ten minutes since his last convulsion. Eleven since the planned experiment reached it's conclusion, though the effects had yet to be seen.

His skin hasn't even grown any more or less pale than when he first arrived. He simply lays there, unbreathing, unmoving, unblinking. Not a single tangible sign of life can be discerned upon the bodyboard he lays upon. Yet, his mind and soul remain intact - and within him, they speak a different story.

One of a struggle to persist, to survive, nonetheless. That he has come too far, loved too hard, even in secret, to die here. That he is alive. He is alive. That despite his mantle, and all that comes with it, the Matron will not be taking him.

Not just yet.

The sharp gasp of a breath, not too unlike that of a newborn infant, resounds through the laboratory. Soon enough, his lungs settle, his body still feeling numb - yet even the lingering aches from the first time he tread so close to the other side have faded away completely.

Not even the fresh incisions sting any longer. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the light of the laboratory. Though pain eludes him, his body is still in shock. All he can do is lay there, allow himself some time, and call out...

"Ariortos..." he calls, sounding more like a whimper than any formal summons he'd be used to. "I am here. I... where are you? I cannot... please, tell me you are still with me. Tell me I didn't awaken for nothing..."

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @ofthescatteredstars

Ariortos is someone who doesn't flinch at the various experiments that he's conducted, even when he grafted the tubeworm organ into his body that increased his resistance to poison, needed after the wyvern's toxin ravaged his nerves, causing pain in the legs and numbness in his hands. He had been wide awake for it, and because of his dislike of being unable to control his own actions, he performed the surgery himself through his magic. It had been an ugly process, leaving his body permanently scarred, and the pain had been unbearable, but he had gotten through it. He didn't flinch when he saw that extended use of his necromancy caused his hands to turn skeletal when using his magic, a sign of his mastery, and connection with the immaterial realm.

Though as he watches Corvus lie there, as still as death, his heart nearly stops. How many times had he dissected a body, pulling its organs out, taking it apart to break down into resources needed for various rituals or to simply lay them to rest when he had worked as a mortician? After so long, the sight of a dead body hadn't bothered him, and there was a calm serenity as he worked, cutting, stitching, reviving, and harvesting. Using them as practice for grafting organs to a new form, to even learn how to reshape the flesh of the dead to make it resemble himself. A crude facsimile in the form of his body to be remotely used.

"The flesh is malleable, meant to be reshaped. To be bound to the service of a new master when the body dies. There is nothing sacred about the dead. The dead are free to be used as we please for our ambitions, our work, our very legacy."

That had been a teaching by his grandfather that he had followed from a young age. So now, why does he feel so...afraid? He had killed his parents without much worry, and he pushed it out of his mind. Why is Corvus different? Is it because of their long-standing friendship? Their loyalty to one another? When he was attending GAAA, he considered following his father's instructions at first, to befriend the various other nobles to get his foot in the door, to gain allies for the future.

Corvus had been...A welcome friend, someone who had been honest with him and didn't seek to befriend him because of his name. He showed interest in his studies, listened to his theories and helped him in his botanical research. It was safe to say that in terms of getting to know people, Corvus was the only person he held no ulterior motive in getting to know. In turn, there was a trust between the two that was unbreakable.

"Perhaps I'll just help you see your goals to fruition. I rather enjoy the idea of being able to stay by your side, darling."

At first, he insisted on trying the concoction that was supposed to repair the damage to his nerves, ending the constant pain that plagued his legs, so that he wouldn't need a cane to walk without being in agony, that he would be able to defend himself physically, without being accosted by an opponent who could take advantage of his disability. He wasn't exactly a duelist, not to the extent of Corvus, but he can recall a time where he was good enough to defend himself with a staff beyond casting.

He spent nights without sleep in his lab, trying to develop the tonic through various distillations of potions, and though it had cost him more than he wanted to spend, even getting his hands on the liver of a dragon in addition to a few vials of blood. That set him back almost thousands in gold and a few dozen in platinum. To have preserved these rare commodities, and the need for travel to even find someone who could've held onto it for so long...The risks were worth the potential benefit.

"If there's one thing you need to know about dragon's blood, grandson, it's that it is worth its weight in gold, in our line of work, bones are precious, especially that of such a majestic beast...But their blood? Their organs? That is a treasure worth more than any bones you can find. They're quite resilient, some legends even say that a dragon's heart beats beyond its death, waiting for the day it can find a host, or to be reunited with its old body. Of course...The very power within them, makes it so that even consuming their undiluted blood is enough to kill ten men."

The words echoed in his mind as he journeyed, taking almost two years before his searches bore any fruit. Even then, Corvus had been by his side through it without complaint. In some cases, he even seemed to be having fun simply traveling with him.

"If this is as dangerous as you say it is...Perhaps I should try it first? I've always been hard to kill, and if I don't make it, then you'll know that you have things to fix."

Ariortos understands the logic of it, but he doesn't like the idea of putting Corvus at risk. Good help is hard to find, and Corvus is worth more than a hundred well trained soldiers to him...But more than that, it is his only friend who's life is at risk. He would be the first to admit that outside of his siblings, he doesn't hold any love or care for the lives of others. It's what made him a better necromancer, a better scientist. He would do anything for the sake of progress, and that made him the perfect head of House Zarin.

"I do not like the idea. If you were to die...Because of my work, I am not sure I would be able to forgive myself. You are the only person who knows of my plans, who has supported me unconditionally. I...Believe that I would be lost without your presence to ground me."

Corvus turned away at first, but...laced his fingers in between Ariortos' gloved ones.

"Then I'll just have to return to you. I swore an oath to remain by your side, no matter what and I intend on keeping it."

Corvus simply smiled at him, and talked him into it. Then, he took the fortified potion. At first, it seemed as if it had no effect, and then, Corvus' body had seized, shaking and spasming, the effects of a seizure. His body had began to quickly heat up, as if it were on fire, and the screams...Ariortos would never forget the screams of agony that ripped from his friend's throat. His hands glowed with magic, shining through his gloves, at first he used healing spells to try and stabilize him, and eventually, the screams died down to pained whimpers, but by then, the spells could no longer be maintained, and Ariortos felt the sweat upon his brow. Then...Silence, and stillness.

Corvus looked to be a corpse, his chest no longer rising, and his body no longer moving. He touches his friend's head, cold, and he places his fingers upon the vein within his neck...No pulse.

"Corvus?"

His voice is small, and he swears in infernal, weaving his hands once again to try calling upon more magic, to try and resuscitate him.

"You are not allowed to die on me! Remember your oath, damn you!"

He shouts, and resists the urge to shake the other's body, and magic doesn't come to him, the familiar warmth followed by the chill of his magic settling over him. He has tapped himself out, after the last half an hour of weaving magic.

"You cannot die on me! You will not die on me!"

He holds the other's body, closing his eyes, but he would not pray. Prayer to the forces of Avernus would likely forfeit his soul and Corvus'.

"Ariortos...I am here. I... where are you? I cannot... please, tell me you are still with me. Tell me I didn't awaken for nothing..."

A wave of relief washes over him, and he checks his friend for a pulse, even pressing his ear against the other's chest...Nothing, no heartbeat...But how was that possible? How did Corvus still live and breathe?

"I am here. I...I was not sure that you would pull through. But...Your heartbeat...You have no pulse, this...This should not be possible and yet it is."

He would likely try to study the effects of the fortified potion later, but for now he simply holds the other's hand.

"Rest. There will be time for talk later. You have been through something incredibly draining."

Several minutes without breathing...Corvus should at least be unconscious, if not have brain damage from the lack of oxygen to the brain...Yet his chest rises and falls, he's weakened right now, but he still lives."

"I was afraid, that you would...That you would not return to me. I am relieved to see that you have kept your oath. But for the time being, you will rest, that means no work at all. And I would like it if you stayed over, so that I can monitor you. You can stay in my room."

Had he been looking at his friend, perhaps he might've seen the ghost of a smile on the other's face. Corvus simply tightens his grip on Ariortos' hand, rubbing his thumb across the gloved knuckles.

"Of course darling...I'd be more than happy to let you take care of me for a while. It'll be just like our time in the academy, after my duels."

Ariortos sighs, but his lips curl into a smile.

"Thank you...to whatever god watched over him. Continue to keep him safe, I do not know what I would do without him."

[doodleodds]

July random art dump!

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[explorerspack]

hi guys i'm posting again. as much as i love playing characters who have a self-preservation instinct it's so much EASIER to play characters who do not have one even at all especially in situations Like This

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

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Motherfucker, y'all got me writing again, what the fuck?

[hellsquills]

Mark my words: the next Bruce Springsteen live album will be Live in Madrid 2024 (June 15th)

(If you were there show yourselves!!)

[foxgirlmoth]

You ever just get hit hard as hell that you've felt trapped in your place of residence for years and years and you're just so tired from working the most shit jobs for a decade you just wanna scream.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

I just had the thought of what Alucard would be like as a Soulsborne boss and I've so far come up with a bit of a moveset and how many phases he'd have as a boss.

Phase 1: Mostly long range, this is Alucard in his normal 'count' form so he's going to be using duel pistols during this phase. Get as close as you can and try to stun lock him to stop him from damaging you too badly. (Think Bloody crow of cainhurst levels of disrespect with Alucard's duel pistols).

Phase 2: Close range/melee. This is Alucard in his Nosferatu/straightjacket form. He's going to be using his fists against you, and trying to get as close as possible. Be defensive and make use of Iframes during rolls to avoid his fists. He may summon familiars during this phase if it drags on for too long, so be sure to get him out of this phase quickly.

Phase 3: Dracula. This is probably the hardest phase by far, but this is thankfully his last phase. During this phase he's going to be using a broadsword and making use of blood spells against you, so be sure to dodge them as the blood will build up your bleed and toxic. His movements during this part of his fight is very similar to Lady Maria's final phase though he has more aggression and will back off if you stay too close to him. Stays at mid-range for the most part. Avoid his AOE at all costs, there is no blocking that shit unfortunately.

All in all, Alucard is weak to Holy weapons and light spells work well against him. Do not use Blood weapons or cursed weapons against him, they will straight up do sad amounts of damage. I'm talking late game boss health pool and doing 15 dmg to the bastard. I mean you can, but you're needlessly torturing yourself here-.

As a Soulsborne boss he is pretty much a Beefed up Bloodborne Boss on steriods with a bit of Dark souls to cause even more hell. Also do FURTHER make him a hellish boss, he can regenerate, meaning you have to be aggressive. He is very broken, I am aware.