#i haven't made that call

[pastelaeqy]

i'm over making human designs for non human characters. What if they were sick dragons.

orange clearly still a WIP but look he's so polite.

[kaiserouo]

civilian in the mall

[lalos-moustache]

How to become a friend of the cartel...

[auriidae]

couple a shinyduo doodles from The Great Terra Art Style Crisis of 2024. designs from my au :)

[raiiny-bay]

summer '93

[lunarharp]

small rili moment i'll just post by itself

[thewildmother]

CATARINA DE LURTON Deus Salve o Rei (83)

[beheamothscreamoth]

Quick question for the Touchstarved fandom!! As much as we love Ais calling us 'Sparrow,' I have to ask - if you had to decide, what other bird nickname do you think he would call you/your MC? :O

For example, Ais would my Unnamed MC Daniella 'bluebird,' while he'd call my Alchemist MC Edgar 'crow' (and another OC I'm planning, Shinju, 'woodpecker!')

[odetoscavengers]

The City's only native and extant protomammal, the burrick. Popular culture often places them as creatures of the Maw, although most scholars assert their place in natural evolution. Despite their reputation as a nuisance due to their habit of creating large caverns underneath property, burricks actually function as a keystone species and ecosystem engineer. They also act as effective pest management, managing populations of venomous spiders and craymen.

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

description under the cut

[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[sillyengineerperson]

another day, another hunger games book that's made me cry my eyes out

[mawofthemagnetar]

I'm currently tinkering with a little project. It's to do with Mumbo's new lore. Here's a little sneak peek under the cut:

(CW: mentioned death, some unreality, and a bit of light cosmic horror.)

The stain on Mumbo’s kitchen wall was trying to talk to him again, and he turned away from it. 

“Please go away,” Mumbo sighed, “I’m busy.” 

It laughed at him, a distant rumbling noise. 

“I mean it,” Mumbo snapped, “I need to get to work. I’m gonna be late.” 

“Will you?” The stain rumbled, “Will you be late for work, Mumbo?”

“Yes. I will.” Mumbo snapped, spreading the last of his crunchy peanut butter on his toast, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go, or I’m gonna be late.”

“Since when did you work a job?” the stain said, and Mumbo spun to glare at it hatefully. 

It was an oily black thing, taller than Mumbo himself. Eyes swirled out of the stain, staring at him, as mouths full of jagged teeth smiled at him. Tendrils waved out of the stain, and it laughed. 

“I- I- stop asking stupid questions!” Mumbo snapped, “I work a job now, and that’s what matters.” 

“Does it?” the stain sing-songed, “Oh, what am I saying? I don’t care. Have a good day at work, Mumbo. Eat lots of food. I’ll eat you later.” 

“Shut up. You’re so full of it.” Mumbo snapped, turning his back on the stain and marching towards the door of his apartment. 

He slammed it behind himself before the stain could comment any further, and he set off on his short walk to work. 

Mumbo’s apartment was a minute’s slow stroll from his job. It was such a strange location for an office tower- two tall buildings in some kind of foggy moor. Damp foliage stretched away from him in all directions, small clumps of sad rain-soaked grass. The sky, and indeed, everything besides these two buildings, were shrouded in a dense fog. The empty parking lot had a road that presumably went somewhere- but Mumbo had never seen a single car pull up, ever. 

Whatever. There was probably some terribly important reason for him to be out here. The company was paying him well, too. 

He walked up to the boring white doors of the boring white office building. Both his apartment building and his office building were obnoxious white prisms on the landscape- both dotted with black windows, flush with the walls. 

Mumbo walked past the empty reception desk, through the empty waiting room. Everything was empty- no furniture, no paintings, nothing. He did think it was a bit strange, but whatever. 

Mumbo stepped into his small office, a windowless box with a comfortable chair, a large desk, a whiteboard, and a bookcase. This room was painted a warm yellow, with tons of decorations on the walls and ceilings- posters, a clock, and various pieces of abstract art. 

Mumbo put his briefcase down, and took a bite of his peanut butter on toast. He shucked his coat and hung it up on the back of his chair, sitting down in it and switching on his computer. He scarfed the rest of his breakfast as the machine booted up, and leaned forwards.

It opened straight to his desktop, no password required, and Mumbo raised an eyebrow. First there was his messaging client, which had its usual icon showing his tasks for the day- but now there was a new program in the middle of his desktop. Experimentally, he clicked on it, and then opened his messaging client. 

As the program loaded, Mumbo checked his new instructions from his supervisor. 

Hello Mumbo, the message read, your effort yesterday was exemplary. The picture-matching was extremely important work and we’re very pleased with it. 

Mumbo rolled his eyes. Yeah, yesterday had been weird. They’d sent him a giant folder full of pictures, and he’d been tasked to sort them all and describe the contents of each one. And they were the most inane things- smiling couples, ice cream, aircraft, redstone contraptions. 

All manner of weird things. It had been a useless, and childish, waste of his precious time. 

…But hey. Money was money, right?

He kept reading his new instructions. 

You’ve likely noticed the new program on your computer. Your new task for the day is to work through all the scenarios therein. Don’t stress too much about them- just use your best judgement, and write what you think is the most appropriate reaction. 

Mumbo raised an eyebrow. What the hell did that mean? 

The program finished opening, and Mumbo clicked the “Start” button. 

The screen filled with black, and white text appeared on it. 

SCENARIO ONE, it read, PLEASE READ THIS AND ALL FOLLOWING SCENARIOS CAREFULLY BEFORE RESPONDING.

Mumbo frowned as he read over it. 

A critically endangered bird, whose species only has ten surviving members, is drowning in a pool of oil. Beside the bird, a man is also drowning. He is the father of two young children, and is the breadwinner for his family. You are only able to save one. Which one should be saved? Please explain your reasoning. 

Mumbo blinked. What?

He opened his messaging client. 

<Mumbo> Hey! 

<Mumbo> I think something’s wrong with today’s task. Am I supposed to be doing the trolley problem or something?

He drummed his fingers on the table, and tugged his moustache nervously. This was…weird. 

His messaging client dinged, and Mumbo swallowed. 

<Supervisor> Of course! Don’t worry, your task for today is correct. 

<Mumbo> Are you sure? I’m going to be judged for what I say, aren’t I?

<Supervisor> No, not at all. Many other people are doing the same test at the same time. We’re trying to get a baseline for the tool we’re developing. Your help is very important! 

Mumbo swallowed. 

<Mumbo> Well

<Mumbo> I mean

<Mumbo> is it all going to be trolley problem stuff?

<Supervisor> not at all! Most of it will be problem-solving tasks and the like. 

<Mumbo> This feels more like you’re testing me than testing your new software, is all. 

<Supervisor> of course not! I can’t explain exactly what we’re doing due to confidentiality, but I assure you, you’re making huge strides in Mined’s development of life extension technologies.

Mumbo sighed. 

<Mumbo> Okay. I’ll get to it. Is it okay if I don’t finish everything today?

<Supervisor> You will. But if you don’t, that’s okay. Take your time. Try not to stress. 

Mumbo sighed, and opened the program up again.

Right. An endangered bird…or a father of two. Great. 

[mysticcrownwolf]

I have not watched arcane but I follow enough people that do to have to general idea of what it's about and I am calling it right now the only reason this fandom demonize Vi is because they like Jinx and by extension Silco so all the bullshit ass enabling he did with Jinx for years will be forgotten because Vi punches her for killing everybody she ever loved and then the people in this fandom who don't have even a quarter of a brain cell to rub together will be like well Jinx suffered so much because of Vi because she had suicidal thoughts and see people meanwhile Vi deadass saw everyone she loved die in front of her, then lose her only remaining family to Silco and then spend her whole childhood in prison. Like the people in this fandom can't comprehend morally grey characters or even think that their faves can be complex people who can do bad things if the narrative shifts that way.

Look me in the eye and tell me these people have a single thought in their head while watching the show because the writers said these two seasons are the Jinx and Vi story. That they will probably make more arcane stuff but these seasons are focused on the sisters and so why do I see post like I wish Vi didn't have so much screen time or I wish Vi and Cait story wasn't the main focus here and the show focused more on "insert any background narrative they wanted to see" like bitch go fuck yourself.

Like I have never seen such a large group of people utterly incapable of media literacy it's like they need to be handfed concepts like:-

"A doomed narrative means no happy endings at most you get a bittersweet one"

"Your fave can be a bad person and still be your fave you don't have to justify them as a good or reasonable person (and demonize their equally traumatized sister looking at you weirdly purist Jinx fans) to continue liking them.

"Metaphors and parallels shouldn't be spoken or spelled out for you. You as a viewer are suppose to understand then yourself using your brain"

"Good people can do some bad things this doesn't make then irredeemable and bad people can do some good things this doesn't suddenly makes them fully redeemable"

"If a shows ending is ambiguous it doesn't mean the writers were too pussy to commit to a proper ending it means they purposefully made it ambiguous so their can be more than one interpretation for it"

"Not all good stories needs have good or even satisfying happily ever after usually in a doomed narrative you just survive to live another day"

"Just because someone's trauma manifest in a more visible way doesn't mean another characters didn't suffer at all (still looking at you Vi haters)"

To summarise do I think the people who can't see a nuanced story like arcane without generalizing everything in black and white and then complaining about how it's bad are all brainless idiots with the mental capacity of a third grader with no capacity for media literacy or reflection. Yes. Is it probably a baseless generalization. Probably. Do I care. No,fuck you'll and all your arcane hate post you all tricked me into reading by disguise them as actually analysis.

If I can pick up on the subtle nuances and non linear narrative of arcane by just reading Tumblr posts and watching some clips on YouTube you people have no reason to have this shitty of an opinion when you actually consumed the full media.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

I'm a big fan of crossovers and fusions, but was devastated to discover dc x mlb tends to focus on just taking Marinette to Gotham, so I made what I wanted to see! And that is Jason Todd with a miraculous

I haven't properly watched Miraculous Ladybug in a long while, but augh, do I still love and adore making designs or redesigns based on the series. The Tiger miraculous suits Jason well from what I can tell!

Powerups :] Click for better quality bdjsbdks

[margoshamangolord]

Too tired for words

Waaagh sniffs sobs hhh.... cries sniffles sniff... wahh... starts rolling on the floor crying...... wahgh

[septimusmoonlight]

You doing ok?

hi