#i guess this counts as

[tgcg]

parallel play

[kermitbread]

I'M BACK AGAIN and just in time for new chapter day. yay anyways im still not fully active yet but. you know. im getting there

won't be opening the inbox yet but i will soon! please be patient with me, and thanks :")

[anjanahalo]

Have a small DPxDC idea using my fantheory of how ghost cores work (basically the shell of a core is hardened ectoplasm protecting the most vital essence of a ghost. It's the final defense against a final death as the rest of their form is destroyed). Post Reveal Horrors Shenanigans, Jazz flees with Danny's core. Tucker helps her with a fake identity and Sam helping with money and connections to get a job. She settles in Gotham due to the relatively rich ectoplasm in the vicinity (as compared to much of the USA, not Amity Park). It would take time, but Danny's core, they hope, should recover as it absorbed the ectoplasm around them. Meanwhile, Jazz keeps Danny's Core with her at all times to ensure it's safe.

This works wonderfully until Gotham's criminal element catches up to her. Caught up in an attack, she's rescued by Red Hood, but her burn injuries are severe enough that she's evacuated to a nearby hospital for emergency care and placed in a medical coma to help mitigate the pain as she heals. Before the ambulance takes her, however, she passes Danny's core to Red Hood, knowing she couldn't keep it safe anymore and hoping the strange liminality she felt from the antihero as well as his reputation would ensure he'd keep the core safe for her. Red Hood himself is partly smitten with this redhead he rescued, and has no issues holding on to a strange cold orb for her. He intended to keep it in a safehouse, but he finds he feels better while he holds it. He feels more clearheaded, more rational, more able to control his raging emotions the more he keeps it with him despite the chill it emitted. Things seem better than fine until the same forces that put Danny in this state come searching for Jason.

[alivebaguette]

[abandoned wip] Uuuhghh I have a very vivid animatic idea floating around in my head and I wrote it down despite the fact I’ll never draw it

[pinkestmenace]

+ Several Unrecognisably Charred Lumps Of Carbon!

How did it come to this?! It seems the power of lesbianism and whatever is going on with Galacta Knight wasn't enough to save the ribs. May the sausages fare better.

(Good news everyone! I did not throw my tablet out the window trying to draw his wings! But it was close. Praise Ibispaint for having ready-made backgrounds, because I was not drawing one after all that. This was supposed to be a joke drawing, but it somehow took me several days. Because of the wings, but also because of me having several epiphanies I had to process. I miiiiight have made my interpretation of Galacta Knight more similar to me than I realised. As one does.)

@graycoin @quanblovk @morp I'm blaming your comments on the weatherproof outfit post for this! I hope y'all like it, it cost me blood, tears, several ribs and a part of my sanity.

Now, where is that money, Quan?? Gib 🫴 /jk

Bonus!

Just for fun (I couldn't choose which background to go with.)

Masterpost

@kirbyoctournament

[toffiendfee]

I made this shaker keychain for myself, and I love how it came out! Some oopsies happened on the way, but I still think it's my best resin creation yet.

Also, I was at the German Football Museum in Dortmund today for work reasons and decided that would be a fun occasion for this keychain's first outing, lol. I would have liked to take a more... representative picture, but I had no time to ಥ_ಥ

[pr0cyon-lotor]

Part 4: Drinks With Friends

(This has some of my writing. If you see punctuation/grammar mistakes, it's because I wrote this on Tumblr and couldn't be bothered to put it in a spell checker :P)

(MF and LMY are drinking buddies because... Idk they're neat)

(I feel like LMY would be significantly more shitposty if given the chance. So I gave her the chance)

LMY's Messages Era:

(Male + Female friendship where they're they both get a little silly even though everyone else perceives them as serious 🔛🔝)

Ming Fan was sitting on the floor next to Liu Mingyan's bed. He threw his phone behind him onto the bed after responding to the tweet. Just as he did Liu Mingyan returned with three bottles of soft colored liquors.

As much as he wanted to turn his head and scoff, he couldn't deny that getting at least a little tipsy and complaining didn't seem great right now. He had a lot to complain about and maybe a few drinks will make it easier for him to talk about it.

Liu Mingyan sat down in front of him on a pile of pillows and blankets they didn't bother picking up after they were at each other's throats. She handed him a bottle of a vibrant green liquid, it's swirled with eatable glitter. It was pretty, he wondered it would taste good.

"I will be completely honest, I didn't think you'd entertain me after the last time we drank together," Liu Mingyan admitted; her voice calm and smooth. It was sometimes hard to connect the unhinged messages to the poised girl in front of him, but he knew better now than to try to make sense of it.

He pressed the cold bottle against his aching cheek. He could only hope it wouldn't bruise. He always forgot that terrifying strength seemed to run in the Liu family. At least he could hold on against Liu Mingyan, he was positive he'd get taken down by Liu Qingge if he tried.

"I need to complain anyway. What even is this?" Ming Fan asked as he opened his bottle. The took a sniff, it reeked of hard liquor underneath the sweet tone. His scrunched his nose subconsciously.

"A glitter wine, I think. Sha Hualing gave me a few bottles before she left," Liu Mingyan answered as she opened her bottle, which had a dark pink liquid inside.

"The alcohol smells strong," Ming Fan absentmindedly complained as he looked around. No shot glasses or anything to pour some out. He contemplated for a moment before sighing and deciding if he's going to tank his liver, it might as well be in college.

Not that he had a test tomorrow, and he finished his work for the other classes. Shizun was out for the week, and Shen-laoshi wasn't the type to drop a test without warning. He could probably call in sick if his hangover was as bad as last time.

He put the bottle to his lips and took a sip only to taste it. Not bad, it was a tart-sour flavor. Maybe lime or green apple or both. The alcohol was still strong, so he wasn't going to chug it any time soon. Maybe if he drunker.

"How is yours? Mine tastes like dragonfruit," Liu Mingyan said while pulling up her facemask.

"Lime and green apple, I think. I like it," Ming Fan conceded and took another drink, this time to actually coerce a buzz in the very least. He had Liu Mingyan to blame for his ever climbing alcohol tolerance.

"Hm, sounds good," she responded while swirling her bottle. "Do you have something to complain about? You always rant when you drink.'

Ming Fan nodded absentmindedly. It's been a few months since the first day, and he still had so much left in the semester. This year felt long. All because of one annoying brat. Maybe he shouldn't have taken a gap year, then he wouldn't have to deal with Luo Binghe.

"This damn kid. He thinks he's better than me or something," he muttered bitterly and took another drink. He wondered how much he could drink before he was incoherent.

"The same one that took your scholarship?" Liu Mingyan asked, and pulled down her facemask to follow his lead a drink out of her bottle. She subconsciously covered her mouth with her free hand as she drank.

"Yes, it's always him, I swear! What did I do to him? I don't understand why he has it out for me!" Ming Fan ranted.

"Well... If I remember correctly, you had a mean streak when we were in middle school. Maybe he was one of the kids you bullied," Liu Mingyan offered, while fidgeting with her bottle.

Ming Fan wilted a little. He felt so much shame when he's reminded of his middle school days. He didn't know why he constantly picked on kids younger than him. It was definitely an insecurity thing, but he still hated it.

"Maybe..." He murmured and shook his head. He took one big gulp, not wanting to think about it further.

"As I was saying, this guy keeps like following me around," Ming Fan continued before things got sappy.

"Does he?" Liu Mingyan said, entertaining his rant. She also wasn't the best with emotions, so she understood the change of topic.

"He always trails behind me and Ying-er. I could be talking to her about an assignment or something, and then I notice him lurking in the corner of my eye. I can't say anything because Ying-er gets mad at me when I say something!" Ming Fan's tone turned whiney as his inhibitions slowly started waning.

"And don't get me started on tests! He constantly scores around me or above me! And then he has the nerve to look at me when we're told what we made! Shen-laoshi loves to show our ranks in the class at the end of the month, and ugh!!!" He groaned and put his head in his hands.

"I don't get it. I don't know what I did to piss him off. He's so smug too. He once walked up to me and showed me what he had while I was talking to Ying-er. She complemented him, so I had to too, or else people would think I'm bitter," Ming Fan complained, looked at the floor through the gaps of his fingers.

"You are bitter though," Liu Mingyan supplied helpfully.

"Shut up!!" He yelled back, feeling his face grow warm. Yeah, he couldn't deny it, but shouldn't friends feed each other's delusions? He huffed and crossed his arms while looking away from her. He continued to drown himself in his lime flavored vice.

"There's no need to pout, A-Fan. Nothing wrong with being bitter," she said in a teasing tone. She picked up her bottle and paused halfway.

"Hey, A-Fan, do you think he likes Yingying? Maybe that's why he's constantly following you two and trying to one up you," Liu Mingyan suggested. That gave Ming Fan pause.

Would Luo Binghe like Ying-er? A protective part of him wanted to keep the beast far away from her, but...

Begrudgingly, he did have to accept that out of the other people in Cang Qiong University... Luo Binghe was unfortunately one of the better options. Especially with his GPA, and the fact he was polite with everyone...

Except Ming Fan, but since he was sensibly buzzed he could acknowledge he was really easy to hate. If not jealousy, then his abrasive attitude. If he wasn't actively attempting to be charming, his personality was rather lacking.

He can see why he wouldn't be liked, and if compared to Ying-er... He probably seemed like a demon.

Liu Mingyan noticed Ming Fan wilt a little. She swayed slightly as she offered her drink to him. Ming Fan looked at the dark pink liquor and sighed. They switched drinks without a word, a soft silence between them.

It lasted a while, Ming Fan idly looking at the floor. His nail mindlessly scratched at the label. It was a moment before he broke the silence.

"Mingyan... Am I... unpleasant?" He asked; his speech more slurred than before. Liu Mingyan stopped mid-drink; she swallowed and wiped her lips. "No, not particularly. Why?"

Ming Fan didn't respond. His bottom lip was touching the lips of the bottle; if he simply tipped the bottle back, he could drink enough to completely forget this night...

"Because I think I'm unpleasant," he murmured quietly and tipped the bottle back. Emotions were hard. He can deal with the repercussions of drinking so much later.

NYY's Messages Era:

(fun fact: MF's drunk texting messages are based off messages my friend sent me drunk asf)

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[thequeenofsastiel]

How many of y'all are fond of my Loumand posts? Just want to make sure that they're actually wanted lol. Like if you enjoy them.

[justanartistiguess]

Fear during Inside Out 2

Original photo:

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Sometimes I think about what a weird little niche I have found for myself crocheting all these pokemon. Tons of people like pokemon, tons of people like crochet, there's some overlap there, but break down the crochet part to plenty of people make amigurumi, many of them make small but not micro amigurumi, and then a little bubble of people make them as close to the official art models as possible. And there's me in that little bubble with my 655 crocheted pokemon that look copy pasted from the 2D images into 3D yarn.

[countinglegoclowns]

I had a dream last night and it led to this.

Basic concept: sort of post apocalyptic, everyone else is dead sort of faire. Tang accidentally finds out that he’s immortal and everyone else… wasn’t. He becomes the leader of any society that remains, and Macaque is his right hand man.

[kermitbread]

a redraw of this piece from 2021

also. sorry for not posting much. im not doing so well mentally and i have an internship to worry about among other problems but im still alive, somewhat :")

[thisrobinisred]

I couldn’t help myself-

[venacoeurva]

Have this? (If I had a bf who was also a giant eldritch hell-mantis type fiend I would also be obsessed with him, tbf). I did not feel like fiddling with the reflection it’s almost 5 am

-Please don’t reupload/edit/use-

Orig:

[swordsoprano]

rip nona, you would have loved meeting scratch in baldur's gate 3

[whenthegoldrays]

My favorite running gag from MSATD is Eliza making fun of Patrick for “Nash and Sons”

“Eliza. Whose name is that on the door?”

“🙄 Yours……. and your sons’ 🤨”