#im slowly coming to turns

[wasyago]

not drawing for others. not drawing for myself either. playing video games. okay? yay

[sparkdoesart]

Get kittied idiot

[bearyyayay]

This might be my new favorite piece 🗣️🗣️

Also this is a redraw from my old drawing! :D

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

Whenever I pick up a Lloyd LEGO set and see a blue figure included I like to try and ignore it and play a game of "is it gonna be Jay or Nya?" and not find out until I get to build it

(It's a win-win situation everytime - i love them both <3)

[noahtally-famous]

can't believe this hasn't been said before but unhinged!scarlett and unhinged!dave would be an iconic duo. shame pi didn't get a second season bc these two in an alliance would basically succeed in destroying the island, they'd wipe everyone out

the fact that they're both versions of the nerd character so they're already smart in their own ways, the fact that they have absolutely zero fucks to give anymore, their individual darker sides have come out (whether it was hidden consciously (scarlett) or unconsciously (dave)), and they've each attempted to kill/seriously injure one or more contestant(s) (and mess up the island in the process) just to reach their end goal. imagine if these two found a common goal somehow, literally nothing could get in their paths (except possibly each other)

[ratatatastic]

happy we love defending our teammates around here from mr aj "thats one of the biggest things is im very loyal to my teammates and no ones going to take liberties and take any cheap shots towards my teammates" greer

if youd like to know what caused aj to go after kastelic its because of two hits on adam and jesper that happen within 7 seconds of each other and while casters were quick to note the jesper hit they never mentioned kastelic basically riding adam near the benches hard not even a few seconds before that and those within tandem is what makes aj go enoughs enough! and shed his gloves

there has to be something so funny about jesper and uvis hovering nearby as aj just (insert the dog eating cabbage angrily video)

despite wrastling the shit out of a guy aj wants more and honestly a perfect addition to our kitty lineup!! oh delightful little cat!!

boston bruins @ florida panthers | 10.8.24

[bmpmp3]

and another thing about vocal synth fans: we will always find some adult male voicebank to turn into a funny little clown for our amusement. some guy to communally bully in our talkloids, the miserable straightman to the shenanigans, the sad little freak punchline to our jokes. it happened to kaito. it happened to gakupo. it happened genbu. it even happened a bit to kevin (although he seems to have looped around somehow). and it will happen to you too, frimomen. it will happen to you too.

[xycuro-illuminati]

We will never go back to the days where Matt wasn't considered catholic this is all the m/cu netflix show's fault

[welcometoteyvat]

@apologems asked for wanderer & furina (among others) for the random characters prompt. I was gonna post all the pairs in your ask together but I love instant validation so they're getting split up lol. here, have too many words. feedback deeply appreciated!! <3

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Furina opens her eyes to blank, vast emptiness. The cream tiled floor of the Palais Mermonia stretches on and on beneath her, the white-veined marble mirror smooth. It reflects the dismal cloudiness outside—if there even is an “outside” in this strange space. She wonders idly whether she could ask Neuvillette to cheer up a bit, to make the dreary grayness go away, or whether he would even listen to her requests like he used to. Rain seems likely.

She supposes she should walk around and find a way out of this place, even though it doesn’t seem very urgent. Nobody needs her to take care of anything now—they won’t be waiting for her return. Her footsteps echo against the marble—one, two, three—one, two, three. Is it possible to dance a waltz with just herself and the empty silence? Oh, but there’s someone a ways away, over there. Maybe they could dance with her, and it won’t be as lonely.

The figure in the distance is dressed all in blue, wearing a wide brimmed hat with strips of fabric dangling from the edge. They turn when she comes close, and their eyes meet; it’s a young man, with red eyeshadow, a bored glare, and puffy cheeks on a pretty face. It’s rather striking how he looks so sharp yet soft, swooping curves and hard angles, all at once.

“So, whose funeral is this?”

“What? Where?” A funeral? But she didn’t see a coffin…

“The dead body’s right there. Are you walking around with your eyes closed?” He sneers, and gestures carelessly to the bare floor in front of her.

“There’s… nothing there.” That catches the hat-guy off-kilter. He narrows his eyes, and his gaze is like a quick knife.

“Don’t play dumb, idiot. It’s quite obviously you, isn’t it? Look at that white vest and suit.”

“I—what?” There’s really nothing there. She’s definitely alive, too—no dead double in sight. But—what is he saying about a white vest? Unless… this is one of those fantasy children’s novels where everything is just a rabbit-hole dream? Just in case, Furina blinks a couple times. She opens her eyes, and—huh?!

“Same stupid rooster-frill tailcoat, small blue top hat, frivolous accessories, mascara eyelashes; the only thing different is the long jellyfish h—”

“Wait! I can see someone, but it’s not me. It’s a child, wearing all white with a purple veil.”

And she expects him to scoff again, because maybe she really is seeing things, maybe her acting has gone a little too far, but instead, Hat-guy blanches. He throws her another sharp, piercing glance, seems to find nothing—and then—and then, a terribly familiar smile creeps onto his face. The sight of it makes her bones ache and her eyes fill with inexplicable tears.

“Well, if that’s what you see, I suppose this is a funeral for both of us. Hah, how curious.” His voice has turned into sandpaper and tea's bitter dregs, scratchy with loathing and cynicism and absurdity. Now he's turning towards her, and in his fierce gaze she sees... her old self, lying there on the cold not-Palais floor. Her eyes stare unseeingly at nothing, and that horrible, wretched smile is frozen on her lips. Furina flinches. She wants to throw up, to pluck out her eyes, to claw at her face until it bleeds. She looks away instead. She knows that Hat-guy is watching her and is grateful he doesn't comment, and when she finally meets his eyes again, she is grateful too that his face is carefully blank. He simply offers Furina his hand and says, “Shall I do the honors?”

She nods, and takes his hand.

A fire blazes up immediately, engulfing the dead child and his purple veil. Furina watches as its clothes disappear in licks of flame, as its doll joints are exposed, then stripped away, until nothing remains besides a pile of ash, and a small, blackened kernel that might have once been a heart. She wonders what Hat-guy saw—a little Oceanid, evaporating into nothingness at the final curtain call? Perhaps it doesn’t matter. It’s past now, regardless.

Furina doesn’t know when it starts to rain. The last embers have long since blackened when she realizes that the downpour is soaking her clothes, running down her cheeks. Water drips from the edge of Hat-guy’s hat, dampening his knee-high socks. Yet he makes no move to leave, so neither does she.

They continue to stand there, long after their clothes are soaked all the way through. Two false gods, drenched, alone.

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a/n: idk whether I handled their emotional states correctly please give feedback if ooc. this entire thing is just "it's about THE NARRATIVE PARALLELS" and i dont even know whether it's the interp I wanted. extra ending thoughts include this wouldn't happen in canon bc i think wanderer is already at a place where he's partly fixed. maybe emotional closure. idk idk. people who think more about furina and scara should give me your theses on them. and of course, if you're wondering What Even Happened In This Fic, don't worry, so am I. didn't stick the ending but that's ok

also on ao3 ig

[darkartistyt]

cooking up a new au :]

he's fine

[swordmaid]

not my kind of aunt giving me her old antique paintings that are basically heirlooms just bc I mentioned I liked art wtf

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[theunconcernedembalmer]

idk how long my laptop will survive seeing as i hardly use it anymore so anyway here's an abandoned project from a couple of years ago where i ambitiously tried to make an rpg with the yokai outfits. here are some sprites i made

[b4kuch1n]

been scribblin with the dip pens to prepare for inking the next comic (yuuto⏫’s “origin story” kind of basically) and wow turns out I can do anything I want forever

yuuto’s new friends names of amy and linh >:]c

[thirdtimed]

quite truthfully my very personal highly self indulgent interpretation of the life series & it as a timeloop specifically is like. entirely 10000% shaped by orvs metanarrative so if you want access to this specific interpretation that like maybe 2 or 3 total people globally hold you will unfortunately have to read 551 chapters of a korean webnovel that only exists in full via awkward fan translation. but it sounds tempting does it not

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Staying up late with you, RPG (3)

Summary: Kuroki Yuuya, Enma Yuuken, and Asaka Yuuki all find themselves dragged into their favorite piece of media. They're all… coping. If you can call it that.

Pt2

Asaka Yuuki was having a time.

She had woken up in a coffin, which was already a 0/10 experience, but it seemed that she had also been dragged into her computer to become a part of her favorite game.

Which should be fun! It was her favorite game for a reason!

Unfortunately for her, it was a fighting game, and she was not prepared to get her ass beat. Multiple times.

And that ‘multiple times’ thing was just assuming she had Save Points. If she didn’t… well, she supposed she would just die. Funnily enough, this wasn’t something she particularly wanted to test out.

Hence why she had run away from the fight with Grim. He wouldn’t kill the player, he was there to rough you up a little while you get used to the game’s fighting system, but that was not appealing to her. She’d much rather stack up on healing pots and then head into the woods on campus to up her EXP.

After all, she would have a pretty tough battle ahead of her tomorrow… or was it the day after? She had never paid all that much attention to the so-called ’plot’ of the game. It was barebones at best, only there to justify all of the fight scenes the player would get into. But, now, she wished she had, at the very least, studied the timings for things.

Whatever!

She needed healing potions! Sooner rather than later! That was the point!

She let her feet carry her through NRC. It was a little strange, no longer seeing pixelated hallways, but the game was the magical equivalent of a First Person Shooter, so it wasn’t too different.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out, mildly confused.

Kuroki has started a chat with you! Welcome!

Kuroki: Are you one of the other people from the coffin

She stared for a moment, before typing out her answer.

Asaka: yep

She watched him type for a minute, the three dots at the bottom of her screen popping up and then fading away repeatedly, before disappearing entirely.

Just when she was about to put her phone away again, she was added to a new group chat.

Kuroki started a group chat! Welcome to ‘HELP’. 

Kuroki: Guys, quick, I need help

Asaka changed the name to ‘what the fuck is going on’.

Enma changed the name to ‘No cursing, please.’.

How can someone play video games and not be used to cursing? Like, you can choose not to curse yourself, but trying to stop others from cursing is wild.

Her lips twitched into a grin.

Asaka changed the name to ‘fuck fuck fuck’.

Enma changed the name to ‘What is going on?’.

Kuroki: Guys

Asaka changed the name to ‘bastard’.

Kuroki: Seriously

Oh! Kuroki was trying to talk, whoops, she hadn’t noticed the first time…s, apparently. Sorry, Kuroki. She had assumed he was just making a group chat so Enma and Asaka could get each other’s numbers, or in case they needed to help each other out in the future.

Enma changed the name to ‘What is going on?’.

Well, that was just rude to Kuroki.

Kuroki: Okay. I’m just going to talk over you Kuroki: Where in the body would you say the soul is

Asaka hesitated, her head tipping to the side.

She had, honestly, never believed in souls, she had never really considered where it would be located…

Enma: Do I want to know why?  Kuroki: Just tell me, please Enma: The heart, maybe?

Her nose scrunched up.

Asaka: wouldnt it just be all over Asaka: why would it be concentrated in one place Asaka: if you get a transplant do you swap souls Kuroki: I’m deciding that it’s in the brain

What the fuck?!

She politely censored herself (somewhat) for Enma’s sake.

Asaka: what the hell Enma: Why even ask at that point?

Thank you, Enma! She may be weirded out by his hatred of swear words, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t agree that their opinions were being unjustifiably suppressed!

The group chat was silent for a while, so she glanced up to make sure she hadn’t veered off-course while she was texting-and-walking, and was pleased to find that she still knew where she was. It wasn’t that surprising, the game was a magical FPS game, after all, she had already traversed the halls of the school many times, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be proud of herself.

It also meant that she could continue looking through her phone.

Absently, she wondered if she could still use her old world’s internet, because access to a guide would be nice. But, a glance at the top of her phone said the answer was definitely not. Which kind of sucked. She was in a computer, she should be able to connect to wi-fi!

Whatever. She wasn’t perfect at the game, but there were probably books that she could read here, so if she ever forgot something she could just refer to those.

She got a notification.

Kuroki: Told you

What was he talking about?

Enma: The mirror was probably just being polite.

Ohhhhh. She had forgotten about the whole ‘where is the soul’ debate already.

Asaka: wait seriously he was right Asaka: that sucks Asaka: still makes sense more than heart though

Enma didn’t respond to her little jab, so she tucked her phone away once again and then concentrated on finding the Alchemy room.

Which wasn’t that hard. The school was big, but it wasn’t that big – she was practically already there. And, when she did finally reach it, she didn’t hesitate to start sifting through the ingredients. She didn’t need a guide, she had this potion memorized, at least.

The door slammed against the wall, and she found herself lifted off of the floor in a gust of wind magic, pulled off of her feet and tipped upside down.

She shrieked, almost dropping the Blooming Onion (not the dish, a magical version) in her surprise.

Only to find a man staring at her, wide-eyed.

“A girl?” Professor Crewel said.

Oh wait.

This was an all-boys school, wasn’t it?

She hadn’t really taken note of it when she was playing the game. Tons of games had male main characters, and even when there were female options she had never really bothered with it (male characters tended to have cooler armor), but now that she was here…

“Excuse me! My pronouns are he/him!” she said, panic making her voice raise higher, which was not helping her case.

Crewel blinked at her.

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

He believed that?!

Not that she was complaining! But what?!

“What were you doing in my storage closet?” Crewel said, recovering quickly. Unfortunately.

She worried her lip. “I – uh –.”

There was a mechanic in the game to get you out of situations like this, but she wasn’t sure that they would work. She wasn’t actively injured, so she couldn’t say she was desperate. It wasn’t even the first day of school, so she couldn’t pretend she was trying to get a head start on her studies, she wasn’t supposed to have the syllabus yet! And she sure as hell couldn’t fight a teacher at this point.

What other options were there?!

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Crewel’s own eyes widened in horror.

Well, that works, apparently.

“I – I don’t know why I’m here,” she said, swallowing thickly. “I don’t even have magic! The mirror made a mistake, but I’m here now, so I needpotionstomakeupforit –!”

“Just – stop talking!”

She could do that.

Crewel sighed. “I’m going to take you to the Headmaster.”

‘This is not my problem,” Asaka translated.

But it would soon become her problem, because now that she wasn’t in immediate danger she had new priorities: getting out of mandatory cutscenes. The not-so-subtle exposition scenes in the game had been long enough even when she didn’t know the information, now that she did it would be torture.

Ughhhhhh ESC ESC ESC.

~

… why was she outside of a haunted house with Dire Crowley?

Crowley turned to her, smiling. “Admiring the dorm’s character?”

Asaka nodded, a little numb. She had never really thought about how that would feel as a real person. She hadn’t even thought it would work.

“It – it sure has a lot of it,” she said, slowly, her eyes flicking away from Crowley, to look at Ramshackle Dorm.

There were ghosts inside, and she would be expected to beat them up. She hadn’t yet learned how to beat up characters. She was not eager to go in. She hadn’t gained any EXP yet, she would not win a fight like this…

But there were hands on her back, ushering her forward, and she didn’t know how to stop what was about to happen, not without outright admitting this entire place was a game, and that was, practically, illegal in stories like this.

The door was ajar when they finally reached it, swinging open further as they approached. A dull shiver ran through her.

“Probably the wind, right?” she said, because she wasn’t supposed to know about the ghosts yet.

Though it didn’t seem like she would have to pretend for long.

Because the moment they stepped into the living room, they found one of the other Players chatting merrily with the ghosts. He glanced up at the new people, and for a moment just stared, his eyes wide.

“Asaka-san?” he said, slowly, clearly trying to think but failing oh no the Headmaster was going to think they were spies or something they were going to be homeless –.

“Is this another dimension-traveler, Yuuki-kun?”

What are you even talking about? Asaka thought. She should not have skipped all of those cutscenes, whoops.

She nodded along, though. “We were scared you wouldn’t be understanding of our situation, so we were preparing to hide out here so we wouldn’t become homeless.”

Crowley stared at the pair of them for a second.

And then he smiled. “That makes sense!”

Asaka loved having plot armor.