#i'm scared i'm very scared

[thenewgirl76]

Taking advantage of Constantine's tendency to zone out during debriefings, Danny sneaks up on him from behind while invisible and goes eldritch abomination before becoming visible.

Danny: JOHN CONSTANTINE! I'VE COME FOR YOUR PITIFUL SOUL!

Constantine: BLOODY HELL!

*magic blasts Danny, knocking him to the floor and causing him to revert to his normal ghost form*

Constantine: You miserable little brat! I told you to cut that shite out!

*lying on the floor wheezing in both pain and laughter*

Danny: I regret nothing

The rest of the JL and JLD members either snicker in amusement or shake their head in disappointment.

[lulu-draws-stuff]

How does that sound?

[katsinspats]

Since I got into the IDW comics recently, I wanted to draw Tangle and Whisper together!! I couldn't decide on the design, so I just did both🤪

(These are totally unrelated to the Tangle and Whisper miniseries I just thought the faux-comic cover would be cute)

[maryymaruu]

I'm happy to be able to finally, officially, introduce my first Iterator oc, Three Signals! :"D

As one may tell, I can't help myself but to write novels on top and around my ocs, so apologies for the large amount of text.

Their lore is almost completed and I'd advise to referr to posts from here onward, if anyone is interested :0c

The story is grounded on a lot of my personal lore interpretation and headcanons, but those I will establish in a separate post some time! For now, it's still not 100% figured out, so there will be plotholes and uncertainty ^^);;

Three Signals belongs to a group far away from the in-game location. Specifically, a group pretty close to, if not outright including, Sliver Of Straw. That group is not particularly well integrated, and most members prefer to keep it to themselves.

After first generation was built, an issue arose; due to a large distance in the South between them and another group, the communications were weak, the signals were getting lost over particularly tall mountains. To fix that, Three Signals was strategically placed to bridge the distance, equipped with advanced for the time satellite plate, additional cell towers etc, essentially becoming a cell tower of the group.

A very vocal Iterator who quickly proved their creativity and love for their people and arts, became a perfect breeding ground for artists to find shelter from a rather conservative group climate. Their citizens were eager to involve TS into everything they did, only further strengthening their bond. They enjoyed their cyclical life together so much so, that the idea of Ascension slowly grew to be something undesirable. That raised controversy and distaint in the group against TS and their city of "heretics".

At some point, the tension grew enough to cause action to be taken. Other cities demanded arrest of TS's leaders and most prominent figures. TS and their city resisted, resulting in overly drastic measures; the city was pressured into compliance by force. Cutting off delivery of supplies and eventually attacking TS themselves with a malware attack, to shake the people out of the perceived heresy. A traumatic event for everyone involved. TS struggled to freely speak ever since.

Time passed, and the day of Mass Ascension came. Many of TS's citizens were not thrilled, many were fearful, many reluctant, many cried and reached out to their beloved Iterator for comfort. TS did their very best to comfort them, using what their city loved most; song. They sang, they sang all together, the city slowly rumbling with thousand voices into a solemn roar, then grew quieter and quieter again, until the very last voice left to be heard was Three Signals alone. And then silence ever since.

More time passed. Sliver Of Straw sends out the Triple Affirmative broadcast-

But TS, being equipped specifically to pick up weak signals, has heard something else coming from her; distressed cries of pain, and then the Triple Affirmative. Essentially convincing TS that it was nothing but an erroneous cry of a dying Iterator.

Horrified by what they witnessed, TS was moved to do whatever they can to try and comfort their fellow Iterators, to try and avoid something like that happening again. And what other way could TS do it, other than broadcast comforting tunes? A sign that they're not alone, and something to hopefully offer an alternative to spiraling into madness.

Their broadcast is wide ranged, but not enforced, and they're not even sure if anyone is listening or not- if its even effective or not. But at the very least, they can say they tried something.

(More to come)

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Him 🧍

They finally gave him something interesting to wear! dramatic, draped translucent fabrics flowing in the wind, shadowy, ethereal..... Just what I wanted to see!

[gray-warden]

I just realized I never posted photos of this really pretty harvestman i came across a while back. Note the green pedipalps and the dark and light spots on its back.

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[mayasdeluca]

MAYA AND CARINA STATION 19: 7x10 'One Last Time'

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe

[spoiledskullz]

reintroducing Team Hallow! The paranormal investigation group

Close ups

Welkin the Wolf

Dune the Fennec Fox

Dusk the Tufted Deer

[liauditore]

Equally Invalid

[nostalgiaclown]

the way I was having this conversation with my friend weeks ago and said I think mint choc chip or rum raisin... he's so cute...

[tooies]

i think probably the reason i like the idea of like a girl secretly being a dragon but still trying to just have a life in society and be normal is because it's kinda a transfem narrative of the whole like everyone thinks you're a terrifying monster but you just want to be a girl. and the other reason is due to i'm otherkin

[chemilico]

Is your refrigerator running (+ bonus thing :3)

[sparxyv]

the eyes are the windows to the soul 💫

[in order: mousey, ominis, sebastian, milena]

[thedreadvampy]

when I was like 12 or 13 we had rabbits in the garage. They lived in big hutches and we had a bin of hay for fresh bedding and their food was in this like 10L clear plastic tub with a screw top about 20cm across. it was big enough and unwieldy enough that to open it generally I had to tuck it under one arm and screw the top off with the other.

one year the river flooded and the village was infested with rats driven up from the banks. and obviously some of them took up residence in our garage - they made a nest in the hay bin, they'd run out during the day to eat the bird food outside, and they generally thrived in there.

(I did not love this btw, one morning I opened up the garage to feed the rabbits and there was a massive rat sitting in the middle of the floor blinking at me. I slammed the door shut INSTANTLY. the rabbits themselves didn't seem to mind, they didn't seem distressed by their new neighbours and the rats seemed not to bother them or go for their hutches.)

Anyway there is one thing that has obsessed me for decades now.

This big screwtop food tub that took me 2 hands to open. Every morning i went to feed the rabbits it would be sitting on a high table, where I left it the night before, and the lid would be on the table next to it, or on the floor.

At first I thought we just weren't putting the lid on properly after feeding the rabbits in the evening so I got almost obsessive about screwing it up as tight as it would go. But in the morning, the same thing: jar open, lid thrown aside.

This jar was taller than a standing rat, it was solidly over a foot tall - it seemed really hard for something the size of a rat to stand up and turn the lid. The sides were vertical, so it would be hard for it to get in and out of the open jar anyway without knocking it over - and it was never knocked over, it was standing where I left it but open every time. I don't know whether it would take two rats working in concert to get the lid off, or whether one sufficiently determined rat could sit on the lid and slowly walk it open, but either way it seemed like it would take some commitment. They obviously will have been eating the rabbit food, because otherwise why would they open the jar every night, but they weren't gorging themselves - the jar wasn't emptying super fast or anything. It drives me insane. How were they doing that??? Why were they leaving it upright instead of knocking it over for easier access, or trying to gnaw through the bottom? There were no toothmarks! They were just opening the jar every night! Like a person would! This is my white whale!!!!