#i hope that came across

[sulatni-flerida11]

thoughts and prayers, thoughts and prayers

takes place after session 3, inspired by jimmy's short of him praying to the watchers and this tumblr post

It starts with Jimmy coming back to a certain cherry woods on a mountain, eyes blinking slowly as the remains of red life bloodlust leave him. The session is over. The snails are gone. Scar’s on red. Skizz killed Lizzie.

He’s on yellow. He’s failed at killing Joel miserably. He’s still not first out.

Then again, nobody’s out of the series yet.

Maybe it was good that Tango burnt a bit of their base earlier; Jimmy gathers small scraps of wood and some honeycomb. Setting these on their team’s crafting bench, he manages to make three small candles with wooden wicks (as he sees string being used for other more important things, such as bows or fishing rods).

He lights these up with Scar’s flint and steel. Huffing at himself for resorting to what he’s about to do, he swallows down his pride and kneels.

Jimmy raises his hands, clasps them together, and brings them close to his chest.

I know you can see me right now.

The last time he ever tried praying to the Watchers was years ago, back on another server at a time where the only people left were one of his oldest confidants through the years and his friend now donning a navy hoodie slowly turning scarlet. It was the three of them left for some time, holding onto promises of their other servermates coming back, and yet…

And I know we struggle a lot with seeing eye to eye, especially with how you lot seem to curse me in these death games…

He sighs. He knows Grian is one of them, but he doesn’t know the full extent of Grian’s powers. They’re probably enough to kill him, send him to the grave with a snap.

But please, please, please…

Jimmy closes his eyes,

Let Mumbo be out first!?

He groans a bit, opening his eyes up to the sky, furiously muttering under his breath.

For void’s sake! People take a piss at me and Scar for being clueless, but- but have they seen Mumbo? And Skizz – oh, light bless him – but he’s kinda just as clueless as Mumbo. I know I failed a lot today, but please, I can pull a trap with my eyes closed while they’ll be fumbling around. Seriously, I may be the type to slip off the edge while pushing a TNT minecart, but Mumbo’s the type of person to… I don’t know, set himself on fire accidentally? Stand in a kill zone willingly? Point is, we’re both bad. Why can’t he be the one here? Why can’t I live longer?

He continues his quick rant-prayer to the watchers for a bit, shifting his gaze back to the melting candles in front of him as the sun starts to rise.

Also, it would absolutely ignore the HECK out of Grian. You guys don’t like him as much, right? Well this is your chance to make him suffer more. Please, please, please, it would be so funny to see his reaction.

He pauses for a bit.

By the way, this is not me saying I hate Mumbo, no, no! He’s an AHA-wesome dude -

He snorts, quickly slapping himself in the face to go back to the prayer.

- but it would be nice not to be out first.

Jimmy starts to stand, before remembering something else.

He gets back on his knees, Oh, also… please don’t let Scar die next session? I am well aware how capable that man is, but it still worries me a bit.

His mind goes silent, and Jimmy’s about to stand again before -

Last, last, I swear… please don’t let Tango be out first? It would suck to see him go.

Finally, Jimmy stands, and he does the same motions with his arms earlier. There’s still a bit before the sun fully rises, so he takes the moment to scheme.

So, how the heck could I get a kill on Grian or Joel next session?

[gr33n-5un]

silly little idea i had

[darcymariaphoster]

Ok so 3 words and a pairing (platonic or romantic and any one of the group of prompts that give you inspiration of any kind):

-Denmark and Norway, spring, snow, rekindling

-Finland and Sweden, forest, arrows, whispers

-Scotland and Norway, supernatural, secrets, historical

Ooh, I seriously considered this one. But decided to go with option 2. (I also got a bit carried away. lol. Word count comes in at 1,125 -- and I probably could have kept going.) Without further ado -- enjoy!

Finland and Sweden: Forest, Arrows, and Whispers

What Eino can see of the sky is painted a pale grey and pastel orange with the setting sun, and he grimaces slightly as he presses forward. He’s been out all afternoon, then, he realises. He’s sure going to hear about this when he gets home. Not that he minds much -- there are worse things to get yelled at for, if he’s right about his hunch. It’s always a gamble, when he heads into the forest. He doesn’t usually voluntarily head into the forest, if he’s honest. He hates the way it feels, how quiet it is. 

It wasn’t always this way. When he was little, he used to enjoy going out to the woods and exploring a bit before his parents would call him back into sight. He used to find little treasures and pretend that he could talk to all the little creatures he imagined resided inside the forest. But Eino isn’t quite sure when that changed. Maybe it was about the same time that his parents’ marriage crumbled and he was left in the crossfire. Now he only goes into the forest when he’s called into it. 

The call isn’t loud, usually. It’s something he’s learned to hear over the years. At first, he’d been reluctant to heed the call. But he learned that the longer he avoided it, the longer he ignored it, the louder it became. It would go from a soft whisper to an almost insistent yelling that he was hard-pressed to ignore. He’d left conversations rather abruptly quite a few times in the beginning, when he was still trying to ignore the calls. Now he knows better. He goes when the whispers start. 

Eino is all sorts of grumbly about it, however. Half the time, he wanders aimlessly for a few hours until the whispering stops and he never runs into anything at all. The other times, he’s found that he’s been drawn into some sort of hand-made clearing some distance from the treeline. He doesn’t know what’s calling him out there, and he doesn’t know why. He grumbles curses under his breath as he stumbles forward and shakes twigs and leaves out of his hair. 

With his head down, he notices something he hasn’t seen before and pauses, blinking a few times to be sure he isn’t seeing things. An arrow is carved into the path at his feet, but it’s not directing him forward. Instead, it’s directed back where he came from. “What the fuck,” he mutters to himself, shuffling around to glance behind him. There are two more arrows in the same direction, and then one that points to the right. He has a general idea of where he is at the moment, and so he has a hunch as to where the arrows may end up leading him. He pauses for a moment, listening, and then decides to follow the arrows. There’s something a bit intense about the whispering, and he has a sort of feeling that he might actually get to find out who keeps calling him into the damn forest.

It’s a little more of a struggle to make his way through the forest now that he’s keeping an eye on the ground more, but he manages to not get hit in the head by any low hanging branches. After some time, he pauses to reorient himself and judge whether or not the intensity of the whispering had changed at all. It hasn’t, and he now finds that he can make out some words. Not a lot, and nothing makes sense all strung together, but he’s surprised that he can understand any of it as he never has before.  

More intrigued now, he presses forward and follows the arrows to a glade -- exactly where he thought he'd be. He looks up from the ground and is startled to see someone across the way from him. The figure is very tall, having to duck slightly to avoid hitting his head on the canopy of branches above him, and he's attempting to stay sort of hidden behind the treeline. What Eino can make of the features, he has a general idea of what the man might actually be. But he doesn't immediately let himself believe that that's what he's seeing. At the sight of Eino, the figure sort of stoops lower and takes a step back, causing the ground beneath him to tremble slightly. 

Eino grits his teeth and moves closer to a tree, in the case that he might need the support. For a creature that is some four times his height, he seems a bit timid. "Who are you?" Eino calls across the glade, resting one hand on the trunk of a nearby tree.

The man tilts his head slightly, and the shadows around him move enough that Eino is now very sure that he is looking at a forest troll. His face is pale grey, and his eyes glow an unnatural blue. Quite suddenly, the troll moved out of the tree line and took two long strides towards Eino, who, hard as he tried, couldn’t keep his footing. He lands hard and stares up at the creature uneasily. Anyone who had half a brain would know that you don’t mess with trolls. 

“You don’t remember?” The voice is clear and deep, but somehow also quiet and reserved and he knows it’s the same one that’s been whispering to him. But the troll’s lips never move. “We said we wouldn’t forget. That we would come back.” He suddenly thrusts his left arm out towards Eino, who leans back instinctively before he realises what he’s looking at. There’s a very simple tattoo around his wrist, like a bracelet formed by intricate knots. Eino knows it well, as he has a matching one on his left wrist. He looks up at the troll, startled by the absolutely mournful expression he has on his face. “We said that we would remember."

Eino sits up with a start, gasping for air as his alarm blares obnoxiously beside him. The silence from the forest in his dream is replaced with the loud city traffic from the streets below his apartment. He slams his hand on the snooze button and then runs his fingers through his hair shakily as he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. 

It was just another dream. He’s been having these for years, and each one has brought him more clarity. And also only left him with more questions. He stares down at his hands as his breathing evens out, feeling something akin to guilt rising in his chest as he studies the tattoo on his left wrist. He should remember, he thinks in frustration.

So why doesn’t he?

[papermint-airplane]

Am I finally, after ten years, learning how to make men?

[gotchibam]

*offers you this doodle of happy trans pikachus for pride month* :) 💖💖💖

[allysketches]

in his primadonna girl* era 😌✨

(*playing the damsel in distress and getting locked in a tower in the middle of the french revolution so his boyfriend can rescue him from being beheaded 😏)

[verflares]

say, what do you think ever happened to that boy from the forest? you think he ever found what he was looking for?

[misstoodles-doodles]

Safe & Sound 💙

I just really wanted someone to give Echo a blanket so why not let it be Rex

Closeups T-T:

Bonus Doodle:

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims sitting on a bed. He is a thin Arab man with brown skin covered in various scars and body hair, and he has long curly black hair with gray streaks and a beard and mustache to match. His hair is tied in a braid hung over his shoulder and is frizzy with loose hairs poking out everywhere. He is wearing a huge blue t-shirt that's slipping off one shoulder and green boxers, and a pale blush colored duvet rests over his thighs. He sits leaning back on one arm, rubbing his cheek against that shoulder as he smiles softly with only one eye slightly open, looking out of frame. His other hand is scratching at his ribs, lifting the shirt out of the way, exposing his stomach. The bed is pink and the color fades upwards into a muted brown gradient. Speech bubbles show Martin and Jon talking. Martin, out of frame, says "Haha, G'morning, sleepyhead!" and a note points to Jon reading "creaky morning voice" as he says "good morning, love" with hearts around the speech bubble. Martin says "O-OH...." and the speech bubble is accompanied with a tiny doodle of his flustered expression. end ID]

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jon won the eepy poll so have this beautiful man after his first good sleep in the safehouse after years of no rest <3

[hiems-incaelo]

people saying that they enjoyed Nimona until the kissing scene, that it "made it gay" and that it "pushed the agenda" as if the movie wasn't queer from the START.

five minutes in, ambrosius told ballister he loved him. an hour in, he said it again! nearly every interaction they had was so blatantly romantic, I truly don't understand the people who think that the final kissing scene "made it canon", because to me, it was obvious in their very first scene.

ballister saying that nimona is his friend, and ambrosius responding "aren't I more than that?" ballister insisting throughout the movie that ambrosius will listen to him and be on his side, saying "you shouldn't NEED proof, you know i'm not a murderer." not to mention the fact that it's been canon since the comic came out.

I can't take anyone who says that final scene "made it gay" serious, because they obviously didn't watch the rest of the movie. and I find that quite sad, because they're missing out on a fantastic storyline.

[abellarts]

Our Space Age Queen 🚀🪐✨

[orengejoshi]

Paperhatober Day 12: Ghost

[kimdokjas]

If you're not here, then how are you always with me? If I'm not here, then how am I not there with you? — One of Us, Paruyr Sevak (tr. metamorphesque)

happy belated birthday, tay ♡ @misakarose [insp.]

[beeteal]

a tragedy, that’s what we’re meant to be!

alt versions under the cut fr fun

[curlytsunamiart]

dad's funeral

[colorfuldragons]

across the spider-verse characters, but as flight rising dragons

𝟣. miles morales: obsidian/sanguine/ruby

2. gwen stacy: orca/magenta/magenta

3. pavitr prabhakar: crimson/oilslick/vermilion

4. hobie brown [wildclaw] [ridgeback]: crimson/garnet/obsidian

edit: someone on discord made a good point that hobie shouldnt be the most expensive kind of dragon, so i added a ridgeback alt version! f pose ridgeback, since theres apparel layering issues on the m pose

5. miguel o'hara: sapphire/garnet/ruby

6. jessica drew: vermilion/obsidian/oilslick

7. peter b. parker: sapphire/vermilion/vermilion

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design notes about the scries, below the cut:

𝟣. miles morales

the patterns from his genes already reflected miles' spider-suit patterns well, so his scry doesnt have a lot of apparel

the bewitching ruby pendants represents his spider logo

2. gwen stacy

gwen has runes tert, because there werent any suitable pink glove apparels (the peony ones dont match well)

i considered giving the scry banana noxtide as a secondary to mimic her hair's pink hairlights, but it didnt mesh well

3. pavitr prabhakar

i couldn't figure out how to represent pavitr's spider logo, so i just gave his scry a necklace in lieu of it

the "navy bandana" was way too big and the color didnt match, so i opted for the "sky blue fillet" to represent his headband

4. hobie brown

hobie's scry/outfit was surprisingly easy to come up with, and was the first one i did

he gets a lute because theres no guitar apparel

his patchwork secondary represents his collage art style

5. miguel o'hara

i chose banescale for miguel, as his spider-suit is so simple/streamlined that it wouldnt translate well to apparel + skeletal tert being spiky is reminiscent of his arm spikes

[insert steven universe joke here about his colors being sapphire/garnet/ruby]

6. jessica drew

i thought about representing jessica's motorcycle with the "flameforger crucible" or "igneous iguana" apparels, but they were too bulky unfortunately

vermilion skink doesnt have her exact shade of yellow, but is close enough that oilslick peacock's yellow accent color balances it out visually

7. peter b. parker

fissure secondary represents the spider web pattern on peter's spider-suit

i know his slippers are supposed to be blue, but the "mage's peony socks" looked better here

the bookworm plushie is a stand-in for mayday

if youve made it to here, feel free to comment which fandragon scry is your fav! :)