#i'm not feeling great lately

[godslush]

Freaky creature-face Jupiter ink with no pencil sketch, bonus rare traditional color (albeit quick)

One of my biggest retroactive regrets with my comic was adhering too close to the Gigamix style's 'mask' interpretation, and then putting a 'cute' face under it (even though it has significant and slightly depressing backstory/narrative implications that I may never get around to utilizing...)

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[grayeet]

Rainy Day ☔️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[thevoicefromthestars]

[redcheekdays]

In baseball, the "Shot Heard 'Round the World" was a walk-off home run hit by New York Giants outfielder and third baseman Bobby Thomson off Brooklyn Dodgers pitcher Ralph Branca at the Polo Grounds in New York City on October 3, 1951, to win the National League pennant. The game was seen by millions of viewers across America and heard on radio by millions more, including thousands of American servicemen stationed in Korea, listening on Armed Forces Radio. The dramatic victory to secure a pennant was intensified by the cross-town rivalry between the Giants and Dodgers and by a remarkable string of victories in the last weeks of the regular season by the Giants, who won 37 of their last 44 games to catch the first-place Dodgers and force a playoff series to decide the National League champion. (x)

m*a*s*h s09e06 a war for all seasons

[smile-files]

she then started wiping his face with a handkerchief, confused

[mango-mya]

Ezra moment!!!!! (+ Other things in my gallery el oh el)

[prettyflyshyguy]

Congratulations! You aged.

🎉🎂🎉

[front-facing-pokemon]

[hermitshell]

Would I be a #hater if I wrote an essay about why 'only the winners remember' is the most antithetical headcanon for the life series

[sun-marie]

Like as a self-proclaimed fan of romance in video games (including dating sims my beloved), it really feels odd when I hear people say a game isn't worth it because it lacks romantic options. The first Pillars of Eternity game doesn't feel empty when it doesn't allow the Watcher to smooch someone, bc that's not the focus of the game and the depth of the character writing and world building are so rich even with the absence of romance. As a Kaidanmancer ME2 is my favorite Mass Effect even without romancing anyone because the characters are wonderful regardless and the atmosphere is immaculate. Is Fire Emblem Echoes a lesser FE game bc I can't choose who Alm loves? Or are they trying to tell a story of two bound souls connected across a continent?

In my mind when it comes to RPGs, romance options are and always have been a luxury. Role Playing Games have a story to tell, first and foremost, and sometimes romance doesn't always fit with that story. Again, I love romance options in RPGs, but the absence of them shouldn't devalue a game. And trying to force games that aren't focusing on romance to do so, while there are many many dating sim-type games out there explicitly CENTERED on exploring romantic options, is a losing battle with a lesser end.

[revenantghost]

STOP EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING

THERE'S A TRISTAMP VASH MMD

[icantalk710]

Not a bad get from work's sample sale the other day tbh 😌

[dukeofthomas]

jason thinks he should be dead (sometimes he thinks he IS dead), he's just what crawled out of jason todd's grave but he IS jason todd why cant you see that im still the same person. but im not who i used to be and you have to accept i'm different now but i'm still the same bc i'm still your son and your brother and your friend but i'm not 15 anymore (but i am i never grew up i'm still stuck in that warehouse watching the seconds count down the joker is still laughing and i'm still in pain and broken and bloody and beaten and the warehouse is everything and i'm 15 i'm 15 i'm 15) i'm an adult now i'm not a sweet lil daddy's kid anymore i've grown up (i haven't. do you remember when i played with legoes? when we went to football matches togetehr? when you drove me to school and called me chum and smiled at me gently and put your hand around my shoulder and squeezed? i loved you.) when you look at me all you see is who i used to be, you don't see ME, you just see who i used to be and i can never measure up to that, i can never be as good or kind or gentle or loving as the ghost of me that lives in your brain, but when i look in the mirror my eyes are dead like a fish's and my corpse is still in the ground and i'm not breathing because my insides are decayed and gone but i'm still standing here like a zombie, like a bad dream, like a fraction of who i used to be because i'm dead and i'm 15 and i never grew up but i'm somehow still an adult and how dare you not see me for who i am because i'm still the same but i'm still different but aren't i your son? am i at least still your son? you took me in and you loved me and you cared for me and you were my father my god my everything? i'm still your son. i'm still your son. i'm still your son.

Do you love me? Can you prove you love me? Can you prove i meant anything and can you prove my death was real?

(I love you. Please say it back.)

[cloudcryptid]

A sharp smile and even sharper teeth, relishing the feeling. He could feel the power flowing back to it's rightful place. His lamb had served him well and made the right choice in the end. Something was wrong. Images of chains flickered over the lamb like an afterimage. Metal replacing a bell. The wool was falling into their eyes. Not falling. Dripping. His lamb was dripping. He watched, enraptured, as the lamb seemed to melt before him. This isn't how it was supposed to go. No he'd carved out a section of the underworld. He was to keep them whole in a place just for them. Why were they melting?! They weren't supposed to me- Narinder lurched awake, chest heaving, aching, barely able to grasp breathing still. The sheets, or what was left of them, were shredded and stained. Tatters of some poor attempt to appease him. He didn't understand. Aside from the melting, that was how it was supposed to happen. That damned lamb was supposed to give him the red crown. Submit and kneel to their fate. It was the plan. It's what he wished for. Wishes for still. So why did it feel like a nightmare? His bed feels cold.

just the lamb and background for anyone curious