#like mixing together stuff

[unfortunate--moth]

When I say the tag works starting from today, I mean the earliest it goes back to is. The first post you made responding to my post today. At least in the search function

I managed to get the tag function working direct from the post itself so I guess its fine but um :(

- Milgranon

once again knocking 2 in 1

but ohhh okay i wasnt completely sure what you meant!! i hope that it starts working soon?? i dont know why it does that. since im back home and on my computer i might try to see if its a problem on my end.

also... omg i almost forgot about the cellblock au. i haven't thought about rain code in a hot minute because ive gotten hit with a lot of different hyperfixation beams but yeah that also reminded me i have a fic for rc that i never finished. man.

i like that au though!! that and the uhhh master detectives milgram au. i love just squashing things i like together and putting them into a blender. its a lot of fun doing stuff like that. i'd like to do it with more things i like in the future maybe!

[ryssbelle]

Inspired by these comics by @zivazivc and this comic by @chongotheartist

This has been chilling in my mind since I first saw ZivaZivcs comic and I finally got the energy to make it XD

[marblegroves]

A gang of hermits,, a group of hermits,,,, a gaggle of hermits,,,

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[sometimesmaybespoof]

When she Half on my Life till I 2

[justladders]

We were drawing some bugs when "insect/critter-springtrap" designs suddenly came up. My thought process went: 1- We already have a scary one (since I wasn't the first to make one) 2- Cute bug because I love bugs 3- Everyone says I make Springtrap look fluffy, so what if we lean in

Now there's fluffy moth Springtrap. Please do not ask for lore implications.

here's the og centipede design from @n0maku btw, which I definitely need to draw at some point bc I love it and monster designs eat at my brain

[w3ndytheraccoon]

Oh hey btw, while I enjoy The Manwhore AU as a silly thing, I hope people do realised it would be very toxic and a very much Circe, if not Calypso situation, in canon, which is NOT cool.

Enjoying this AU as crack is good (since all party are fine, if not slightly disgruntled with it as far as I can tell) but it’s a very slippery slope and someone might take what you say the wrong way or you might unintentionally imply something you didn’t realised you did, so be careful and remember to separate it from the actual musical and Odyssey !

(Especially the Odyssey. Gods know Odyssey!Odysseus got enough (false) shit already for Kirke and Kalypso)

[vanweezer]

unfinished jancy, idk when i started this. head bonk ❗

theres a lot about this that i would change if i ever got my mittens on a computer again, but i still enjoyed the process. would yall wanna see more unfinished work that i have in this style?

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

Finally back, with a lil more of Chill's Artist Admiration Sketchbook; making fanart for blogs I like :D

@kingspacebar

Accessoires and colours my beloved <3 <3 <3

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys I have done it- It took me a while to cook up but-

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! 💝💝💘💘💓💓✨✨🍫🍫

I unfortunately couldn’t finish it yesterday cuz I had a hair appointment to attend too 💇‍♀️💇‍♀️✨✨

But other than that I made these two guys:

Btw I think I got a new headcannon (kinda-)! When Peppino is feeling anxious, annoyed, stressed, etc: his mustache is down and just looks flat or stretched. When he’s either happy or around Gus and genuinely feels safe: his mustache curves like shown here 💞💞☝️☝️

Hehe, these two love each other so much 💗💗

But don’t think that’s all!! I I did this for fluff….

….

But I also made something spicy..

(Tw(?): It’s that one shirtless Peppino sprite- 💀)

Look at your own risk-

(I can’t do backgrounds FOR SHIT but I love how this came out it took me HOURS-)

*clears throat* Happy Valentine’s Day guys 💕💕

[rumivelvt]

I made.... something

plus Suzie q akane

[napping-sapphic]

Dating me would just be like we either go out for ice cream or stay home and eat ice cream for every single date sorry

[lunarharp]

day 1 - fashion/clothes swapping

[persistentplums]

Billy going from big fan of Rusty to positive friend of Rusty is beautiful but I still think he would looooose his mind when he finds out Pete and Doc have an off and on sexual relationship that kinda happens sometimes but not as much.

Ik Billy eye twitches when he thinks about it too hard but he is normal about it mostly just like. Your childhood hero/sorta hear me out/kid crush hooked up with your older years crush/other hear me out/kinda in a committed deep relationship with would make a mix of “okay stop bragging you guys fucked” and “Rusty that i know now making anyone cum wants to make me torpedo something”

Billy conflicted and also distantly like it’s weirdly good for him? Worlds collide and it’s mildly intriguing in a way where he’s like 🤔 am I…into it🤔

[the-insouciant-scientist]

@fallenlondonficswap @half-life-citizen A secret swap fic for you! I've been chewing on the concept of memories and apocrypha for a while now, I hope you like it!! It feels real to me now, it felt real to me then

Unnamed OC & Librarian, Teen(?) rating, 540 words. Very slight warning for body horror, maybe, but I'm not sure.

Once more can't hurt, can it? 

The sun breaks through the early morning mist, light dappling across the grass. You squint, splay your fingers over your eyes, and peer through the gaps. 

For just a moment, the view takes your breath away. 

(How long has it been?)

The scene changes before it can fade into obscurity. The warmth clings, rolling over into the taste of barley and buttery leeks. Breakfast taken with friends and neighbors. An affectionate hand on your shoulder. 

You blink, and the heat of the forge wraps around you like a thick blanket. The sound of your hammer against iron reverberates down to your very bones as you shape it into what is needed. 

The leather of your apron creaks as you lean over to plunge it back into the flames. 

(How many times?)

More moments follow, little flashes of sight and sound and sensation. The scent of wet grass and peat. Sunlight, warm and kind on your face. The gentle rasp of wool. A steady, comforting murmur of conversation, and the sounds of livestock not far away.

You close your eyes, and breathe deeply. 

(If you don't let yourself think about it, it doesn't hurt.) 

Hazelnuts and blackberries, sweet on your tongue. Smoke drifting upwards in lazy curls until you can't tell it apart from the clouds. 

(If you tell yourself that often enough, it might even be true.)

A hard day's work come to fruition as you see your neighbor's face light up at the tool you've forged for him. The sowing will be easier this year, you're sure of it. 

The sun lingers on the horizon, like a friend who doesn't quite want to say farewell. 

(A stabbing pain. All you can do is cling tighter.) 

It slips over the edge, and all the stars come out to watch over you. They glimmer, then wink, and all of a sudden you remember what happens next. For the first time in this golden and perfect day, you are filled with dread. 

(It's getting harder to ignore. You want to go back. You want to go home.)

The whisper of thousands of wings fills the air, chitters and squeaks echoing in every direction. 

The tremors, like the whole world was cracking apart beneath you. 

(No, please. Please. Stop.) 

The fall. 

(Please.) 

The... 

This wasn't supposed to happen. Your neighbor's ewe was going to have lambs soon, and now she never will. You never picked up the spiced mead you were promised. You never said goodbye. None of it ever came to pass. 

A needle threads between your signatures where they're coming loose. You would flinch from the pain if you had a body to do so anymore. 

The librarian is meticulous in its work, keeping you from falling to pieces. Keeping your story from falling into obscurity.

The weight of everything you've lost hits you all at once. Your knees would have buckled if you'd been standing. 

You can't do this. You can't. It's too much for one person to bear. This grief will drown you if you give it any quarter. 

But the warmth of memory lingers. 

It isn't real. It's all you have. Both things can be true.

...Once more can't hurt, can it?

[ruvviks]

"The outer reaches of space remain unexplored by humankind to this day, but its greed is relentless. We grasp and yearn and hunger for knowledge— answers to questions we cry out into the endless void expecting to understand, expecting the stars to respond. The stars will not, but one day something else will— and we will not like what it has to say." — Rome Solomon, Beyond the Exosphere (1965)

taglist (opt in/out): @shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart, @vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman, @celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister, @killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree