#its a work in progress is my point.

[once-and-future-alaskan]

Coining a clothing aesthetic: "Metal Gear-Core." There's no real actual guidelines as I have only realized I frequently dress in it but I can tell you that it involves a precise mix of cold war to early GWOT military surplus with modern skin tight base layers. Stretchy compression/moisture wicking fabrics type things.

Think Big Bosses exposed underarmor type sleeves under his Vietnam tiger stripe fatigues in MGS3. Not quite tech wear but adjacent.

[himejoshiangels]

art for my fey au that I've been working on forever

[sleepsucks]

[sa1808fi]

Rex in his timeline fic :)

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He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, a large field behind him. The cool night breeze ruffling through his hair as he stared into the inky darkness below his feet.

His brain was...really fucking hazy right now. He didn't fully remember what he was doing here, just that he wandered off, needing to get out of the sickeningly bright and cheerful environment the residents of Syspocalypstar surrounded themselves with.

The fireworks were so loud, too loud

He picked up one of the lone rocks lying on the ground near him, tossing it into the icy depths of outer space, watching as it got swallowed up by the unforgiving darkness. Just a meaningless speck in the grand scheme of things. Easily forgotten... just like he was.

He didn't get why Lucy and the others were making such an effort now to comfort him. Ever since they had such a 'happy' reunion, they've all been somewhere around him. Sure Emmet might've appreciated it but he didn't, all of the attention was suffocating, and he usually liked attention so that was saying something.

It just... didn't make sense. They all forgot about him so easily, moving on like he never existed, like he was meaningless to them. They left him to suffer in the depths of space for years as his mentality slowly crumbled, unforgiving rage taking root in his once sunny demeanor.

He spent so long believing they never cared about him, so long that he didn't know what to think anymore.

The sound of fireworks exploding in the distance overtook his hearing again. The loud booming only serving to make his breath quicken with anxiety.

He was crashing, burning, it hurt-

Lucy... came back for him in the other timeline. Rex still didn't know what to think about that, and it's already been months since that happened.

Something just tightened in his chest whenever he thought about how Emmet never had to go through Undar. That Lucy loved him enough to do whatever it took to find him again. His... gave up on him so quickly.

She and his past self had such a lovey-dovey happy reunion, they were so... happy to see each other. Her speech before Emmet destroyed the cake only adding to his inner turmoil.

Was it just... him? Was he the problem?

Lucy said she never wanted Emmet to change, but that's what happened to Rex. The isolation broke him beyond repair, he could never be the man that Lucy loves-loved-he didn't know.

Looking back down, all he could see was the darkness threatening to swallow him alive. The rock he threw was gone, swallowed by the shadowy abyss, left to be forgotten, just like he was.

Another loud boom erupted in the air as another firework was set off, but all he could hear was the sound of his ship crashing, blowing up into a burst of flames, burning his side as he was launched into Undar. Forgotten by the world around him, rotting in the dusty, lonely wasteland.

It was getting hard to breathe, it was like he was back there, trapped, suffocating while his lungs filled up with dust.

Everything hurt.

None of them were coming to save him.

He was trapped inside an unforgiving cycle of suffering

shedidn'tlovehimshehatedhimwhy-

"-ex, REX!"

He suddenly felt two hands make contact with his shoulders, the touch so sudden it had him leaping away from it like it was burning him. Maybe it was, all he could feel on his entire left side was a searing pain.

His whole body was shaking with his panicked breaths, eyes darting everywhere. Another boom echoed through the air, eyes snapping to watch the firey red and orange explosion erupting midair, just like-

"Hey, no, look at me okay?" A soft voice broke through the thoughts racing through his head. His toxic green eyes locked with Lucy's blue and pink ones. He didn't feel her grabbing hold of his gloved hands.

"Good, alright, take a deep breath, okay?" He could only manage a shaky nod at her question. Everything was still so blurry, reality slipping away like sand.

He distantly heard her counting, trying to encourage him to breathe every 5 seconds or so.

".....in.....hold.....and out....." Rinse and repeat. He didn't know how long they were sitting there in the grassy field as she slowly coaxed him out of that panic attack, the fireworks long gone.

"You okay?" She asked once his breathing evened out, tone drenched in worry he didn't deserve it. He tilted his head in thought. God, she was so beautiful, he never deserved her. Not then, not now.

"...What? You want the truth, or would you prefer me to lie about feeling great to make you feel better?" He answered, voice still hoarse from the frantic puffs of air escaping him beforehand. Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but panic attacks always sucked the life out of him.

She just gave him a sad look, letting go of his hands while he turned away from her, tucking his knees up against his chest and resting his chin on his forearms.

"...Do you..." She began, before thinking over what she was about to say. He just watched her from the corner of his vision, focusing his gaze on the night sky, finally seeing the stars instead of just darkness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She decided to say.

He let out a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a scoff, dragging one of his hands down his face.

"Talk about what? The weather? The way you all keep dragging me to those mind-numbingly bright celebrations? The ones that have fireworks that remind me of-" He caught himself before he could say more, immediately looking away from her, though he could still feel her gaze burning into him.

"Remind you of what? Rex, what do fireworks remind you of?" She asked. Her tone was so soft and understanding. It made him want to punch something.

But he still hesitated, did he really want to trust her? "I...it's just too... loud. Reminds me of... crashing." He muttered at the end, subconsciously rubbing at his burn scar. He didn't see the way Lucy tensed up at the mention of his crash into Undar, the guilty look that overtook her face.

They both sat in silence, neither willing to break the tense atmosphere that came from his words.

[thelilylav]

The Scent of Roses: Aesthetic

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A brief dump from my Pinterest board for this fic in chronological order for the story (some of the references haven't happened yet but oh boy are they coming up!)

[cirrus-grey]

Trick or treat? 🎃

Why hello there! Beautiful night for it, though I do advise you cover your neck if you plan to be out long - I've heard rumors of vampires in these parts...

“Speak of the devil!” Jon said, with false cheer. “Tim, Sasha, this is my new familiar Martin. Martin, these are my roommates, Tim and Sasha.”

He placed a hand on Martin’s shoulder, propelling Martin a step farther into the room. The hand lingered once that motion was done, and Martin couldn’t quite decide if it was meant to reassure him, or if it was Jon making a possessive claim on him to send a message to his roommates about Martin’s hypothetical edibility. Perhaps both.

“Martin!” The man - presumably Tim - stepped forward, his arms wide in greeting as though he hadn’t been talking about eating Martin just a minute ago. “Nice to meet you!” He grabbed Martin’s hand, pumping it up and down enthusiastically. His hands were ice-cold and his grip was strong. Martin gave him a weak smile in return.

“You too.”

The woman - Sasha - crept closer, sidling up to Martin like she didn’t want him to see her approach. She reached out with one hand. Martin raised his own to shake it, and then froze in shock as her hand darted forward to pinch his cheek.

“Are you sure we can’t eat this one, Jon?” she asked, sounding a bit disappointed. “He looks delicious…”

It was the creepiest compliment he’d ever received, and that was including the time a guy on the street had stopped him to tell him he had nice teeth, ‘in case he was ever looking to sell them.’

Jon’s hand tightened on his shoulder and pulled him back a step. “I’m positive,” he said dryly.

It was hard not to feel like a non-entity, being pushed around and talked about like he wasn’t even there. If this was the life of a vampire’s familiar, Martin was starting to rethink the whole idea.

Sasha huffed a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. Then her face split into a grin, the peeved expression falling away like it had never been there at all.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, grabbing Martin’s still-raised hand and giving it a decisive shake. “We’ve been bugging Jon to take on help for ages, it’s good to see he’s finally listened.”

[hballegro]

ah, the trials and tribulations of alan alda's face

immediately get the nose right

meanwhile i am dying a slow death with this eyeball of his and the eyelashes thereupon

just so you know the equivalent for mike farrell is his eyes [easy] vs his lips [pain]

i do other art yes but i suffer from chronic 'cant accept putting real ppl in my cartoony style' so here we are gamers

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[craptainkirk]

Somebody interacting with and reblogging your self ship art is the greatest joy known to man

[zincbot]

don't tell anyone but i turned on reduced frights for echoes of the eye

[onceuponamillennia]

The reasons Dean's birthday cake has 'Happy Birthday' spelt on it in alphabet candles and not icing is because Jamie was meant to do it but he ended up in the hospital 😭

[headfullof-ideas]

Okay, i didn’t write more of Barf and Belch psychologically torturing the dragon training initiates, BUT, i did roughly outline the first four seasons of RTTE. Like, episode layout and which canon episodes are gonna be in those four seasons. Actual episode layout and all the original episodes and arcs and tying all the episodes to one another and to all the plots and arcs that happen later down the line will be done on another day, but i got the seasons roughly planned! Only problem is that RTTE got bumped up from my original nine to ten seasons, because i wanted to extend the plot i was building

[brekitten]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Danny Fenton, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain Characters: Danny Fenton, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown Additional Tags: no beta we die like danny, Fentonic 2024 (Danny Phantom), Eventual Dead Silent, Childhood Friends Series: Part 2 of Cat Soulmates Fentonic 2024 Spoilers Summary:

Danny was desperate. Sam and Tucker were in danger, and he only knew of one person that would help. So long as she didn't try to kill him first.

Locked Out | Childhood Friends

Day 2! @catnek-writing-things

[creatively-cosmic]

god watchin other blogs (coughs. you can probably guess) get more persecutory askers every so often is so interesting bc while its hard to watch as an outside. as someone co-running our own ask blog (nevermind that asks are on hiatus right now) its like I WANT THAT SO BAD I LOVE CONFLICT AND PROBLEMS

[malaroane]

if u like l4d you should play drg its like l4d but endlessly fun

[nebuvoid]

reread the entirety of ranma for the first time in years. the thing about ranma is that almost everyone is selfish, immature and has the emotional intelligence of a goose. and while the premise is the relationship between ranma and akane and they do have their moments, the show's essence is a slapstick romcom with a heavy emphasis on the com. most gags are built on endless misunderstandings and willful assumptions. youll get growth about every couple dozen chapters at best. the ending leaves you wishing for more. i wanted more development and less BONKS YOU WITH HAMMER every five panels. fans might maul me for saying this but i do hope the remake anime cuts some of the chapters out because they just plain arent needed. they feel distracting. also some stuff reeeeally didnt age well and im not sure todays audience would like those jokes.