#i love the face feathers

[dykealloy]

small aside but y'know how luffy's stupidity is usually met with physical abuse of some kind? anyway. here's law's worst in response to luffy being manipulated by his arch nemesis

[fantasykiri5]

The great and powerful wizard AYDA AUGEFORT, EVRYBODY!!! GIVE IT UP!!!

It’s actually so funny to me that i ended up drawing her in the same pose from her season 2 art on pure instinct. Didn’t even remember it while i was doing it. Didn’t even have her season 1 art on screen as a ref while sketching. Her autistic power-idle stance is simply too powerful!!

[makenna-made-this]

Most autumnal creecher ever

[ratatatastic]

4 nations face off team sweden practise | 2.11.25

[sereinreality]

someone sedate me

law mimicking corazon’s powers is so sweet and yet so tragic. it’s as if he cannot move forward without taking an aspect of corazon with him. throughout this arc it felt like he was gathering up courage to go back out into the world with a purpose this time.

the feathers, the red poneglyphs, and now the silence ability. finding the reason for the will of D is his goal now, he wants answers. he wants to be able to sleep at night.

[sysig]

Two big softies(?) (Patreon)

[beheamothscreamoth]

A small compilation of little doodles I did with my MC Daniella with Mhin and Vere!! I'd love to do more when I can >:D

Text Transcript for the last photo because my handwriting is wack /lh:

Daniella: Does your cloak have pockets? Where do you keep your knife?

Mhin: (Don't answer her, Mhin. No romance at work.) 👁👁

[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?

[dread-red-queen]

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This moment was so damn cute I just had to draw it, also not going to lie Think im getting the hang of drawing @karinamay's Rook XD

I will forever be a massive cheerleader of Pathos I have always loved figure skating and god If my parents had been able to afford it, if there had been an Ice rink close enough to our home and my body didnt betray me I might have been a figure skater myself, but I will have to settle for watching it on TV and through this lovely fic, it always brings a smile to my face.

[blissfulalchemist]

Alma Rosfield the Duchess

"In ashen grip, let ember glow, to kindle flames anew, that we may build a better world for all. Though it will not be easy I promise you we will rise from these ashes once more."

And have part 2 of my little birthday treat to my self of my girl Alma in her post game events look done by the ever talented @delicateweaponjpg! Nika you are a gem to work with and I knew you would do them absolute justice and I am just so in love with her! The details on the dress and the necklaces and just! !!!!! you brought her to life in a regal way I just! !!!!! Thank you! Thank you! If you ever get the chance to get something from Nika do it! Her talent and art speaks for itself!

@statichvm @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @chyrstis @murdockdevil

@adelaidedrubman @confidentandgood @florbelles

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[moonchild-in-blue]

Thank you for the tag @dearscone!! This was due a million years ago and got lost on my drafts oof.

Share the first 10 songs of your On Repeat playlist

(i don't use Spotify so i'm taking these from my Replay Mix on YT)

(apologies for the lack of variety. you see i have a serious case of Brain Rot)

10 songs so let me tag 10 people lmao (no pressure though): @corviisquire (is this the right blog? should i tag the other one?? hm) @hookedhobbies @lifemod17 @polteergeistt @elkkiel @sleep-token @sleeby-vessel @eepymonstrr @murderofcrow @whataboutyouisamascot

[thedorfmirrin]

Drew the cute dust bunny themed pony that @oddmarsfellow drew for me a bit ago 💖🤍💖

Her name will be Dusty Feathers! (She/her) 🧹💨

[baylardo]

13 for the pokemon asks

Free pass to talk about anything you want!

YOU GAVE ME TOO MUCH POWER HAHAHA

For a while I'd had aspirations of wanting to make a Discord server solely for hosting a group lit roleplay and have it be a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon story where there's a widespread pandemic of Pokemon falling asleep and never waking up, and no one can figure out a cure or what's going on for the plot and it's just Pokemon surviving, trying to solve the mystery, existing, etc. I don't remember if I'd settled on whether or not the sleeping bodies were kept alive if you were afflicted or if they slowly decayed over time I FORGOR. I think my biggest obstacle I got overwhelmed with was the plot and not knowing what I'd wanted endgame to be lol.

In the olden days I'd been a HUGE lit roleplay girl and I was always drawn toward more apocalyptic plots. Like I'd made character sheet forms and everything for this server and then I got embarrassed/lost steam. I miss days when it was easier to group roleplay. </3

Anyway my characters were gonna be a Sigilyph, Riolu, and Audino. These:

I was mostly going to rolplay as the Sigilyph, adult male named Ahul, who was taking care of a young girl Riolu who'd lost her entire family to the affliction. I never finished designing them and I never gave the little Riolu a name, but here's some old scribblies!

Ahul was very much a loner and in DNI survival mode for years, but one day he hears a baby Pokemon crying in the distance and against his better judgement he investigates to find a lil baby Riolu surrounded by her permanently sleeping family. :( I figure Ahul's like a lanky rich nerd in vibe, kinda mean but it's because he knows better and doesn't trust Pokemon, keeps his distance, once he adopts the Riolu he becomes overly protective of her. He's not very strong and more prone to running away from a fight rather than engage, but if he gets backed into a corner or if his daughter gets threatened he's pretty scary.

And the Audino was gonna be a nurse lady (functionally more of a NPC) who, similarly to Ahul, had lost a lot of faith in the goodness of Pokemon, she's a bit dry, but she's still trying to help and she thinks Ahul should open himself up again.

[kn-1013]

i find it so apt that todd's favorite genres are rap and electronic music.

rap is practically mathematical in how you craft rhythm and rhyme, coupled with the heavily electronic nature of the music as things like turn tables, drum machines, sampling, etc, all become more and more prominent aspects of the genre. on top of that, rap and hip-hop are just incredibly satisfying genres of music to my autism personally, so i see it completely.

electronic music is basically a given with the fact that during the 80s and 90s, it was still widely debated as to whether or not the synth and other similar electronic instruments could even be considered as such, because these were literally newly invented instruments that signified an entire new era of music that traditionalists were broadly against.

i just know todd isn't just dying on the hill that synths are instruments, he would kill for that hill. he's ready to defend the new era personally, with his own fists.

[elizakai]

Horrors gotta be supervised at all times with the chickens...

I feel like there was or whould have been atleast ONE incident

AHAHA YEAH he’s gonna just lock his gaze on the chickens like a hunting cat and saejun/farm is sweating💀

[sincerely-sofie]

Do you listen to Epic the musical?

I feel like now would be a good time to dig up this old and unfinished “Luck Runs Out” animatic I made for The Present is a Gift ages ago and also mention that I have other animatic concepts for:

An excerpt of "Antinous / Hold Him Down", sung by an Amazonian spider queen who hopes to kill her deity ex-husband after finding out that he ruined a young girl's life in order to preserve order in the kingdom he usurped--- only for it to break into "Just a Man" when she can't bring herself to kill him.

"No Longer You", focused on PMD, sung by that one timeline's Celebi who became the Tree of Life after the original died and therefore became one with time itself, prophesying to dozens of characters from different timelines and sub-AU's.

"Get in the Water", sung by a sun deity commanding the ocean to a mortal ruler who she plans to drown for reducing her mother to a weeping, mindless beast through a spell.

"Ruthlessness", sung by a pair of characters on opposite sides of a war— the first being the leader of an army who was betrayed by the main character, a fellow general, during talks of peace when she poisoned him and his family, killing his wife and son but leaving him alive. The second being the main character's leader, a horrifying technological being that hopes to incorporate every organic being into his database by uploading their minds and discarding their bodies, who appears in a vision to the main character to tell her that her soldiers are about to die, and it's all her fault.