#im going insane though

[ablekable]

please tell me someone understands what I mean with this

[bubbl3solution]

moana being immortal now really fucks me up like you're telling me she's going to watch simea grow up and older than her? I'm supposed to be normal about the fact that moana will never return to the sea, to her ancestors, the way everyone she knows and loves will? you mean to say that someday maui will be her only companion, the only one in her life who won't grow old and die? am i understanding correctly that death, originally her biggest obstacle, is now just pretty much off the table for her?

[murmurmurl]

I'm back on my bullshit I guess

that redraw I was talking about.. previous versions under the cut

I like how it's less stiff now

[hahahalfwit]

im studying them like little bugs

[anxious-chaos-art]

In honor of ep 4 dropping today here’s my page of kips!

[bytebun]

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

[blorb-el]

hands you a collection of miserable wet droopy ears batman

justice league of america vol. 1, 17, "the triumph of the tornado tyrant!" 1963, script gardner fox, pencils mike sekowsky, inks bernie sachs

[surreal-duck]

some business to take care of

[mellohiizz]

i was cleaning up my askbox and i think i accidentally deleted the one where someone asked for tax duo, i'm so upset actually... but i'm still posting them, because we finally got a reunion and i'm extremely happy still

[ecto-biologist]

Does anybody else see my vision

[slabmaxxing]

3am sketch wemmbu wednesday friday idgaf anymor(explodes into little pieces)

[robotsafari]

Hollow No More.

[javierduffy]

hi something true and beautiful happened just as i was gearing up to do short walk in a pretty town and it made me think of ur art

YOU. HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST DONE FOR ME WITH THESE IMAGES

[fivie]

lmao due to my chronic inability to stfu it looks like I'll be splitting UMW chapter 25 so uhh may be updating much sooner than expected 😂

I'm a menace and if I had an editor they'd try to kill me with hammers. They'd probably say that the entirety of what is about to be chapter 25 isn't even necessary and could be brutally cut down or excised. Kill your darlings, they'd say. But I have no editor. I'm wild and free on AO3 and I'm making it everyone's problem.

[oceanbluuu]

No longer just a young master,

No longer just jiujiu’s a-ling

[fungus-no69]

Pc fucking dies and the Ivory Wraith possesses them

It/they pronouns for Ivory Wraith, you/your for reader

Ummm warnings for death obv, a bit of gore/body horror, possession, iw kind of touches you a bit, very very brief mention of necrophilia at the end. It's dol what do you want from me.

You always found your way back to the lake.

It had washed you ashore this time, not something completely unheard of, but certainly not a common occurrence either. Generally, nothing larger than a basketball could get through the ruins.

The Wraith stares down at your unmoving form, it cannot feel the thrumming of your heartbeat in its chest. You seem unusually dishevelled.

Strange.

It touches your chest, where their necklace would have rested and finds no reaction.

It moves closer, so that its hair tickles your face. Nothing.

It presses your lips together, an action that would have you in agony, head ringing and leaving parts of you hollowed out-  waking you up, surely, and yet it finds not a single twitch. So it focuses the entirety of its mind on the physical state of its obsession. The ‘reincarnation’.

The stench that emanates from your body is foul, similar to that of the dead fish that wind up in the ruins occasionally- or the flesh left by hunters collecting flies before other scavengers can reach them.

There’s almost a moment where it feels a familiar sinking feeling not intertwined with rage (so tightly inextricable they were one in the same)- it sees the pallid skin, the rigidity set into your joints, slightly open eyes that see nothing. It recognises what happened for what it is. There is despair, longing, anger, denial and then it all combines before fizzling out entirely.

It is familiar with death, has seen many come and go. Both in life and it’s death. You were, of course, no exception but it foolishly believed that you would live.

You were an orphan, you would not receive a proper burial. It touches your skin and does not recoil as it peels away under their soiled fingers.

It possesses you, as it has done many times before- but there is no longer any ‘you’ to speak of. They almost miss the initial, instinctive terror that send your heart racing and made them feel like they were something tangible again.

Your body had not yet fully decomposed, was simply water damaged and set with the typical signs of death. Nothing that they couldn’t fix with time. 

Your- their appendages move slowly at first, rigid with the muscle tension of a cooling body. It is more difficult to manoeuvre a puppet with no knowledge of how to move. One foot in front of the other, skin peeling away and staying caught on debris. Excretions of liquid almost trailing behind them. They will manage.

Their reflection catches their eye, well- metaphorical eye since your- their body was no longer capable of seeing. A shell, a poor imitation of life. Yet believable if not for the almost glow of their eyes- unnatural. As they stagger through the forest to an unknown destination, they come across a lumberjack who expresses what they’re guessing is concern. They cannot hear through the sounds that seem like they’re underwater. Would it be defilement if they allowed your body to be used? No… that’s a question for another time.

You are not allowed to rest yet. You would continue on, as one.