#inspirstional

[mstexalicious1961]

[silentblog997]

one thing that has always stood with me was back in college, my fashion teacher for art said to me '' you have your own style'' and that sentence although minor had a big impact on me and it helped me never give up and forget about the haters. so Rupert if your out there, thankyou

[dea-thynote]

Death note au (dimension travel?)

Light yagami gets transported to a dating sim, except he doesn't know it and he keeps making the genre horror like the universe is like sir 😭😭 stop killing people pls and start embarking the life of romance. I know the story includes mystery and police but it's only for the plot because somehow at that time the genre of detective dating sim were popular.

Events that happened prior to waking up the next morning after getting electrocuted. He turns to a corner and bumps to a (pretty) gangster and in his mind he's like (oh wow I'm gonna kill this guy). Days later he does write the guys name on the death note because he saw them steal or something. Next day, he trips over nothing and into the arms of some rich narcissistic dude who kept asking him to pay for his clothes, he does, although reluctantly. Or like meets his kind shy classmate (who is also a capture target) and manipulates the man like 😭😭

- alright my idea was that, sayu forced light to play the dating sim (aka force him to solve the puzzles ) that interested her because she heard ryuga hideki was there only to be disappointed that it was just a fake name by the greatest detective L, which isn't her type and stops playing

- he stops playing too, and continues to write in his deathnote until he idk trips and smashes his head his computer. get electrocuted and wakes up in his bed but keeps the death note for some reason

- continues to kill criminals but... he notices something weird (its normal for people to be clumsy at times, but for him? And as many times as to embarrass himself in front of people? That's not normal), and now he's having auditory hallucination that he hears sounds when he talks to other people.

- L doesn't exist in light's universe aright? So imagine lights surprise when the broadcast confrontation happens. He goes to sayu to ask her about the game and sayu is confused and was like "what game?" And when he retells the event, she's like I went to u last time to help me with my quadratic formula? Are u okay brother?

Ah, I must've forgotten due to stress of the exams

- sayu doesn't remember the game

(He accidentally goes to L's route because he intrigued him by literally becoming a suspect for being a mass murderer. While in the game, the only way to go to L's route was by choosing police officer as a career and try to solve crimes with L. Even then u guys only interact via call lmao)

Logic: protagonist shapes the world of the game, so when light remembers his school and its location its still the same. There are, although, some things that are constant which is the capture targets and their inevitable meeting with the protagonist, but only takes form of what is in the protagonist reality (likr with the classmate). If the character is not someone he knows then it would take shape to the games reality (like the appearance of L and his successors).

Possible Plot twist: no lawlight, light's an aroace and the dating sim was doomed from the start.

[mousy-maja]

-Kim look! it's our 2nd hanged man case!

-Yes, detective and looks like this one definitely didn't die by hanging.

[aka-indulgence]

Not me getting another long fic idea o(-(

[nightmaresinviolet]

are you my DNA coded antidote

custom made or just some sick joke

long coats, eye rolls

I should know better, but I dont

song - lucifer by elle lexxa

[videoworm]

Ever since starting to play around with solo-gamedev I've been wanting to be able to make my own music. Which is the one thing most out of my league.

[shixige]

I don't know what possessed me when I drew this.

The outfit ref

[quillpokebiology]

Hi. It's me again. Asking for tips again.

Tips on how to take care of Scolipede?

-@bug-catcher-lily

Scoliopede Care Tips

-A lot of people who aren't well aware of these pokemon don't realize how aggressive they can be, and how they can lash out at other people or pokemon. Despite this, Scolipede are actually very docile and friendly toward their trainers and the ones they care about.

-Scolipede need a big open space to run around and play in (2 acres being the reccomended). It's important to note that Scolipede are hunters, and will actively hunt the bird, small reptilian, and bug pokemon that are in the area. This can be avoided if they grew up with some of these pokemon, as they'll stop seeing them as food. But you should still be weary. Make sure they have an indoor area to go to when they want! Like a stable.

-Speaking of that, they are mostly carnivores and eat the pokemon listed above. Like always, you can find food specifically made for them at Pokemon centers

-Water should be kept in an easy to access place for them. For outdoor care, having a large water bowl or clean pond they can drink out of is recommended, even if their body can filter out a lot of the poisons.

-While Scolipede can handle harsh weather changes well, they can have trouble adapting to the cold and can become sleepy and sluggish because of it. They do best in moderate temperature.

-Scolipede and Centiskorch shouldn't be kept together! While a lot of pokemon can get along if they've grown up together, it's still best not to risk it!

[alienaiver]

mentioned snøfle was sick earlier. the bastard ate a 12cm string while my catsitter was in the bathroom yesterday right before i came home. he has absolutely no symptoms or issues whatsoever but im convinced he wont survive passing it, so i havent slept since saturday night and keeping a constant watchful eye on him; hes eating, drinking, playing and going to the toilet just fine (hasnt made number two since right before he ate the string, so im waiting patiently </3)

we have my friends mom on standby to go to the vet in case he gets complications but ive always been somewhat of a hen parent and im pacing nervously around :( i know im 97% over reacting but i cant bear the thought of losing him while i sleep or am out, so everythings on standby rn. i wanna write but my minds elsewhere but it did help a little to draw earlier but hands do be hurty <3 ill reply to ppl asap but my minds uh. cluttered

[dykeseinfeld]

for @ivecarvedawoodenheart you say i’ve been torturing you with this percabeth tlt au so call me a sadist bc i had to sit down and write this💔.

tw suicide, blood, implied death, gore

“I think-“ There was another earth-shattering collision from outside, and Annabeth cried out.

Blood was coming out of every pore now, staining her blonde hair from the roots. Percy would have wondered how she was finding the strength to keep this bone shell, but he could feel his spinal cord tearing and pulling into a white hot knot as she siphoned him. “I think we’re probably going to die,” she finally got out.

Percy wanted more than anything to say she was wrong, to come up with some rousing speech to convince her it wasn’t true. But their shell shuddered with another impact, and he could remember the speed and strength this monster had skewered Bianca, how she had been there one second and shredded the next.

“That sounds about right.”

Annabeth let go of a groan. She looked up at him from where she crouched on the ground. Her silver eyes were dripping with red, cutting through her makeup like gruesome tears. “Maybe if I let you out, you could make it to the window. The sea–”

“I am not leaving you. I’m your cavalier, remember?”

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, idiot. I brought you here.”

Percy dropped out of fighting stance, and dropped down, capping Riptide. The only light was the shine of Annabeth’s ceremonial dagger, strapped to her side like always. Underneath all the paint and the grime and the blood, Annabeth looked so much smaller than her seventeen years. He could almost see the little girl old Chiron had told him about, who had begged and begged to run away from her necro studies and join the Cohort.

Percy grabbed one of her hands, which were digging into her thighs like claws, and put it against the side of his head. “I thought you were supposed to be smart. I did not go through hell because I’m a helpless idiot you were dragging behind you. I am your cavalier, and I chose to be here to serve you.”

Annabeth’s eyes were like bloodshot saucers as he laid his other hand on the matching chunk of her hair that had gone grey during the Avulsion Trial. Her chapped bloodied mouth fell slack, but Percy cut her off before she could say more stupid self-sacrificing bullshit. For the first time in his whole stupid existence, he understood exactly what was going on. “One flesh, one end.”

Annabeth pressed her forehead against his shoulder. “Percy. You are the best cavalier I could have ever asked for. And I’m honored to die fighting by your side.”

Percy pulled back just a little, and put his forehead against hers. “Are you saying I finally earned that good luck kiss?”

Annabeth let out a pained exhale that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “I think our luck’s pretty much run out, seaweed brain.”

Percy shut his eyes hard, tried to freeze himself in this moment. The metallic smell of blood and bone and Annabeth’s small strong body pressed against his, her weak laughter in the air.

After an eternity and an instant, he stood up, and strode to the other side of the bone cage. Percy tried for a smile and tossed her Riptide’s pen. It was hard to tell if Annabeth was more in pain from her injuries, confusion, or the shred of emotional intimacy they had just shared.

And then, Percy turned away from her. He turned away so he wouldn’t know if she noticed the dagger in his hand, slid from her belt a moment ago. If she understood why he was holding it up in front of his chest, or if she was a moment too late in realizing what was happening when he thrust the bronze point through his sternum, he didn’t know.

He didn’t need to know. Annabeth was never late, he thought. Percy could feel that tug in his spine grow stronger, blinding white, so painful he couldn’t speak couldn’t breathe. Wherever or however Percy fell, he could always trust Annabeth to pull him back to her.

[sandinmybed]

if we don't see the accidental gay ken in the Barbie movie I'm gonna riot

[chimsartblog]

hi!! i wanted to ask if it's ok for people to use your concepts in fic (with credit)? like maybe,, ccn cat twisted fate ?

Absolutely. You can take what ever u Want I promise it's an honor......... Credit is also very very appreciated. Just mention my name ❤ I would love to see it always

[self-spaghettification]

i just wrote almost 2k words of nonsense but i can’t decide where im going wjth it should claudia and viren try to help aaravos get out or go on a side quest to try the 7 cakes of xadia

(this is basically unedited lowercase nonsense and i haven’t properly written stories in several years so bear with me)

uhh lets call it

A Monster in the Light

the last thing viren remembered, the moon was rising on his inevitable death while he curled into a ball and tried to convince himself it would be ok, as he fell into the sleep he knew would be his last. yet, now, as he awoke, he felt those same sands, now heated, and light against his closed eyes, impossibly.

hot sun beat down. it had risen. and viren. he looked at his hands. felt his pulse. surveyed the beach. he was still alive. but.. how?

“the sun will rise… and you will not.”

viren thought back to claudia diving into the ocean in a panic to find aaravos’s prison, how aaravos had borrowed his consciousness to tell him that claudia was more powerful and had to win, how aaravos had somehow slightly posessed or guided viren’s hands to kill their freaky blood magic child, that star butterfly homonculus. was that planned all along, and he was a pawn in aaravos’s plans all along? viren shivered. he was right to let aaravos go, to get him out of his mind before it was too late. but was it too late? he was supposed to die, after all. he was supposed to die. and yet, here he was, thoughts racing through his head like little silvery fish in a stream.

the sun had risen. and he had been fine.

he sat up, blinking in the bright light. from beyond the beach, at the edge of the treeline, claudia was coming out of the forest, limping, accompanied by terry. it looked like there was something wrong with her leg, but it was hard to tell from this distance. viren stood up and walked over to meet them halfway, sir sparklepuff bounding over to join viren and squeal excitedly while embracing him, spitting out goo onto his face in the process. viren reluctantly embraced the creature back, trying to not be too icked out by what had splattered on his cheek, eyes and beard. he wanted to try to embrace the butterfly homonculus more, now that he had taken a stand for it. for no longer taking a dark path, that is. and he was still reeling from the fact that it was his and aaravos’s freaky blood magic child raised only for the purpose of sacrifice, only to look human enough to count as a child, but not human enough to be taboo to sacrifice. it was cold, and calculating, and sickening, how it seemed like something viren would have done once upon a time too, with all his double standards for saving his family. it was not too late to turn that around. “it’s not too late for you now. if a dark mage could be redeemed.. could be repurposed, so could you, you… strange thing.”

“not too late for you,” the homonculus echoed.

viren chuckled humorlessly. “well, we’ll see about that, young one.

“dad!! you’re okay!! but how?”

claudia was now close enough her hoarse and worried voice reached viren’s ears. she was close enough viren could see that her lower leg had been replaced by a sturdy stick, and viren had to gasp. “claudia… your leg. what happened?”

one look at claudia & terry’s faces told viren something had gone very wrong in their attempt to free aaravos. after everything aaravos had said—how he’d promised claudia he’d save viren’s life permanently, how she was powerful enough to free aaravos, how viren was supposed to die after 30 days- and yet the evidence to the contrary was standing before them. so it’d all been a lie then?

claudia set her face, disappointed, barely able to meet viren’s eyes. “i’m sorry dad. i… failed you.” terry looked concerned and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

failed him? in freeing aaravos? viren could almost laugh. he was more afraid of what would happen if she succeeded. if she had continued down this dark path he had led his daughter down, into aaravos’s hands as well. at this point, his concern and love for his daughter overwhelmed over any other emotion. he rushed to embrace her in a tight and comforting hug. “it’s alright, claudia. i’m glad you’re ok.”

for a moment, they just soaked in the contact, being okay for once, not fighting and sacrificing so much, for just a moment, they were just a father and daughter, just family embracing.

then claudia’s grip got tighter.

she whined, “but if not for that meddling elf, i would have freed aaravos! i would have saved you! i swear, if i get my hands on her, she’ll pay.” she growled menacingly, and even terry looked a little afraid—he looked at her like that more often these days.

“do not fret. i will still find a way to be freed,” a pale purple phantom of aaravos flickered back into sight with a smirk.

viren narrowed his eyes and frowned. “i told you to leave me alone.”

“as you wish.” he bowed and vanished.

claudia frowned and pulled away. “who are you talking to?”

viren sighed and looked away. “n-nothing. no one. don’t worry about it.”

“but i am worried, dad! you were dead, i had to save you, you were in a coma, i had to carry you, you were catatonic, i had to try to make you respond, i’ve done so much to keep you with me, can’t you please tell me what’s going on now?”

viren sighed a long sigh. “you’re right. i’m sorry, claudia.

fine. it’s… aaravos. his illusion.”

claudia and terry were both taken aback.

“you can still talk to him?” terry asked.

“knowing that sure would have come in handy earlier while trying to get here…” claudia grumbled under her breath.

“no, no, it’s only been now. here, apparently. while we are at ‘the cusp of eachother’s worlds.’” viren grumbled the last part in air quotes, wondering why every interaction aaravos had with him had to be so inexplicably flirty.

“cusp of eachother’s worlds..” claudia paused to ponder. “that must mean the pearl is still close by, though. and the princes and that.. elf. it means it’s not too late to get it back, to free aaravos!”

“er, i’m not so sure that’s still a good idea, clauds.” terry interjected. “after you lost your leg and everything.. are you sure you want to risk that again?”

claudia bristled. “i mean, of course i can take them on and teach them a lesson.“

“of course of course, i know you can, babe, you’re amazing. i just mean.. do you still need to? now that your dad’s okay?” “oh yeaah. how are you ok, dad?” she squinted.

“i’m.. not sure.” viren scratched his neck.

“huh...aaravos told me the spell wasn’t permanent. that on the 30th day you would die. but you’re here. i don’t understand? he said he was telling the truth. and startouch elves.. they have to tell the truth, don’t they, dad?”

viren shrugged, as he had not, in fact, known this. it seemed claudia knew more about aaravos and startouch kind than even he did. he supposed 2 years of bonding time trying to revive a dead man would do that to you.

“i mean yes. they have to! so…maybe.. he saved you already, talked to you about the spell through that, that illusion?” claudia asked. “without me needing to free him?” she finished under her breath, the sense of betrayal by aaravos clear.

“…well, yes. but no, he didn’t save me. i didn’t do it. i couldn’t. i should be dead right now.“ the last part didn’t need to be said. he was here, regardless. viren raised his hands up and looked at his palms, well and working.

“this doesn’t make any sense. he played us? he lied?”

“he had to be lying. i don’t understand it any better than you claudia, but it’s the only explanation that makes any sense. he was never to be trusted. he just preys on the desperate. i was desperate for power, and you were desperate to save me. but never again. don’t you see? we don’t have to do dark magic. we don’t have to free aaravos. we can let go of all that now. we can be a family again.”

in the silence that ensued, viren offered again, “we could see the sights, try the.. seven cakes of xadia?”

throughout viren’s spiel, he watched a myriad of emotions flow across claudia’s face.

betrayal, confusion, betrayal again, pain, incredulity, and then resolve.

“no, dad. i can’t. i’m sorry.” she looked away, sadness now playing out across her face, pensively watching waves wash onto the beach, bringing debris and washing it back, endlessly removing what little structures or poor little things things that might have momentarily stabilized itself on those sands. just like humanity, forever belittled by the supposedly greater magical creatures of xadia. it was never fair. “it may be okay for us as a family, but what about everyone else who’s suffering, what about the powerless humans facing cruelty by some bigoted dragons and elves? even if he lied…aaravos may have been lying about the spell, but i think his motives were true. i understand why he wants to change things, to give us the power back. we need a brighter future to humanity. don’t you see, dad? we still have to try.”

viren’s heart broke hearing the rhetoric he once believed in, that aaravos used against him to get him to conquer xadia and accrue needless power and violence, those same words echoed back to him by his own daughter. he didn’t even know what to say.

“claudia, this isn’t right. this bright future.. think about all the terrible things you would have to do to create that. think about what you have already done just to save me, to get us this far. please, don’t do this, my daughter.”

claudia looked unfazed.

viren paused, reflecting. this whole time, he had chased after a dream, hurting those he loved most in the process, making them believe they had to do the same, or to leave them. he had been a terrible father, hadn’t he? and this whole time… “i spent my life believing i didn’t have a choice, and i did so many terrible things to gain power, and i even led you on this path too, and i am sorry, claudia. but now i know there is always a choice. it is never too late to turn back. so please, claudia. you have to stop. before it’s too late. like..” viren let the facade fade away, let the awful dark magic scars show. “like it is for me.”

the corruption made him ugly to look upon, and he knew it. they sunk his eyes into dark hollows, streaked his skin with wrinkles and his hair with white, made him look like a monster as much as feel like one.

it was silent, then. waves crashing against the beach. birdsong in the trees. the quiet fidgeting of terry.

“that’s why.. i didn’t do the spell.“ he was done with dark magic, with all of it. “i know, i am a monster. and if the most noble thing i can do now is die, then… so be it.” viren sighed, his shoulders slumping. he felt like crumpling. like sobbing. he thought of everyone that had left. harrow. lissa. soren. even k’ppar. they were right to, in the end. he never deserved them.

“oh dad..” claudia rushed forward and hugged him tightly, crying a bit too. “don’t say that. you are not a monster. you’re my dad. and you’re still here. doesn’t that mean you deserve a fighting chance?”

[godofvillains-arch]

((Y'all ever be sleeping and suddenly wake up like 'I AM INSPIRED TO DRAW.'

[uglygirlprettyboy]

i need to hurry up and fall in love with someone so i can write a song about it