#i’ll finish

[areyoudreaminof]

FRFD WIP

I will finish this goddamn chapter, I swear.

The firebird fell as her wings began to crack painfully. Her flames hissed to a halt as she landed in the snow. Her shoulders expanded and her jaw gaped open as teeth began to sprout along her beak and the bird became a woman. Finger bones sprouted from feathers as she gripped fresh snow beneath twisting flesh, the cold somehow grounding the excruciating pain of the transformation.

Through her shifting vision, the bird woman could see someone running towards her from a warm light. Elain the bird woman remembered. She raised her hand slowly, as her feathers began to retract into her skin.

The bird was gone and only the woman remained. With shaking limbs, Vassa raised herself up from the forest floor as Elain’s voice hit her ears.

“Get up, now! We have to get inside!”

Elain wrenched her upwards by the arms, hauling Vassa to her feet. I didn’t know she was that strong, Vassa thought as her mind began to clear. Her feet barely touched the ground as Elain led her across the clearing at an alarming speed that was surely entirely fae. Up ahead, Vassa spotted the warm, inviting light of the manor getting closer, beckoning her to safety and she suddenly became aware of her legs, now burning with exertion and her breath, sharp and painful in her chest and belly.

The sharp howl rang across the night, silencing Vassa’s breath and suddenly, she knew. She knew exactly what made that howl, and she swore she could see it, stalking her and Elain out of the corner of her eye. She knew how it moved in shadow, how it prowled along the veil of life and death, hunting.

Elain pushed Vassa into the manor, slamming the back door with such force, the glass windows rattled. Vassa slumped down with exhaustion onto the floor, crawling across the kitchen and into the parlor. She could make out thumps and scrapes as she heard Elain barricade the back door behind her. Vassa closed her eyes for a moment just then, steadying her breathing, The carpet smelled of spilled wine and bread, the slippers and shoes of her new family dancing and running through the parlor. The fire in the hearth warmed her face, the same fire that they had sat around the past year while they played games, and talked of everything and nothing.

I’m not ready, Vassa thought as tears escaped her tightly shut eyes. I’m not ready to go.

[circuitsider]

may be 1 am but corporate clash art wip… like… why are they so 2000s cartoon. just like. imagine they had a whole cartoon show slot for themselves. IT’LL LOOK BETTER WHEN I FINISH I SWEAR,,,,, corporate clash fans please don’t attack me i’m new SLASH SILLY

[jewishrizahawkeye]

im at the point in the parks and rec rewatch where they got really really big and it kinda loses some of its charm

[st-hedge]

How spiders look at ur from the drain after u accidentally wash them down— I mean huh? A d(ark) (l)ink for spooky month

[cranberrycore]

Y’all like lesbian monster yuri?

[xthe-moonletx]

“You mean, like a sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath a canopy

they look into each other’s eyes

and realize they were made for each other.”

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Here’s a revamp of a piece I drew about a year ago, now fully rendered and refreshed! It’s a spin-off of Pierre Aguste Cott’s The Storm that I thought fit the ineffables perfectly :)

[voidoffline]

!This is a drawing! Not a screenshot!

This is nineteen hours of work. (Not the build I based this off of- it only took me like a few minutes to build it XD)

(This is the next build of mine that I will draw)

[phaoi]

may i introduce..

THE phRATS

[misclotus]

monitoring you, like machines do

don’t mind me drawing tma fanart while i haven’t even finished tmp

i recently got an irl friend into tma and have been reliving the early seasons vicariously through her so in other words— the brainworms are back and i felt the visceral need to draw jonathan sims 😔

[mangozic]

the wettest of cats

[justwannabecat]

“Yeah, see, the Anti-Ecto Acts are even more troubling than ‘inciting war with the Realm of the Dead and all its gods’ level.” Phantom began. “It affects the living, even outside of that.”

Constantine huffed, but didn’t disagree. Bruce could only guess what he was thinking.

“At least, from what Clockwork taught me,” Phantom continued, and that made Constantine snap to attention, “ectoplasm is just kind of… There. Floating around in the background, but at such a low level that it doesn’t usually manifest. But it’s still there, and it functions kind of like radiation: just being around it might cause you to develop liminality.”

“Liminality?” Bruce asked. Phantom shrugged.

“Any side effects you would notice are only caused by high levels of exposure, nothing like this low-level radiation. But, well… Ectoplasm is both attracted to emotions and attracted by emotions. And ectoplasm heightens emotions, too. The fact that the human race has been alive so long, evolved to feel more complex emotions, it’s because the ectoplasm bonded enough with humanity to allow that. Humans achieved sentience because they could feel enough to determine they existed. Without ectoplasm, slowly those emotions will fade. And…” Phantom hesitated.

“…I can’t say that humanity will become nonsentient once again, not for sure. But I can say that you will slowly, generation by generation, lose the feelings you have now.”

[soaked-doors]

nothing happened

…nothing at all

[kittarts]

[arcturism]

Red string of fate AU but the first time James pulls at the thread lightly and Regulus feels it he gets absolutely paralyzed and on the verge of a breakdown because until that moment he’d been sure he was not destined to be loved by anyone.

After that (and because there was no response from Regulus’ side and James is a stubborn man), James starts to play with the string a lot and Regulus gets so used to the feeling that it becomes a familiar sensation that grounds him in the worst moments.

So when he’s at a party and James hasn’t played with the thread for a while, Regulus uncertainly pulls at it for the first time just to make sure he’s okay and James is very happy about it and also a little bit tipsy so he starts ranting without checking to the first person he sees, that being Regulus himself because they’re actually at the same party.

[softersynths]

Hi I love your shapeshifter au! How did Fidds interact with Shifty pre-portal incident? It was probably pretty weird to see Shifty take on Tate's form, but did Fiddleford fill a parental role?

parental is a strong word

[fonmythenmetz]

The Shadow