#little-miss-doom

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[fruityfroggy]

Them….

[minty-sweet-art]

Wake up my fellow nerds!! it #mintysillyart edit compilation time🚨🚨🚨🚨

✨carnival au addition✨

Carnival au and drawing by: @sm-baby

Yea this is 2 minutes long (save my soul i had to add everyone somehow for some reason)

Warning for: loudish tv beeping sound/car honk/yelling, cursing, emoji knife& Japanese Ogre mask, real gun photo, explosion gif

Gummigoo was harmed im sorry y’all

But no gloinks where harmed

Link to most of the drawing used here

Link to where the player drawing came from

Link to pomni pic

Link to caine pic (warning for violence and blood)

Link to zooble pic

And finally link to gloinks

[vague-in-vegas]

Favorite horror characters

Day one - Adam Faulkner Stanheight from Saw

"Can you see any scars? This is what they do, man. They kidnap you and they drug you. Before you know it, you're lying in a bath tub and your kidneys are on eBay."

[mirhylor]

fuffy science doodle yay!! i would change a lotta things but eh,, decent enough for a doodle :3

im so fuffy brainrotted

[brokerkisser]

does anyone care about my headcanon that Stratos is rlly big on phsyical affection but never gets to really express it... Bc he doesn't have the time to + a bit embarassed to do so.............. he's just a giant cuddle bug to me. Stratos bear hugging everyone.. goodnight

[chronofluff]

oourgh,,, I hate gay people (lying),,,,,, they make me so ill man . tj x Quincy is a rabbit hole I am trapped in and I am gnawing at the bars for the chance of a freedom that will never arrive

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Disenchanted, My Chemical Romance | Amy Pond & the Doctor, Doctor Who (2010-2015)

@tenmartha @ameliapondmd @mojavephoneboothmusic @camcorderrevival @spoofymcgee

[vultursvolans]

the music that plays while shorekeeper guides rover through tethys' deep is so melancholic

[jubmato]

Hello!! Cutting right to the chase here – I have attempted to create a Discord server for still-interested DSMP fans! It’s intended to be a chill, creatively-geared space for individuals who are (mostly) normal about these characters. It’s been a backburner project of mine for a little bit now, but I think I’ve gotten everything I’d like to have settled, settled, so I’m attempting to release it to the public!

The server offers a couple different things, to begin with. We’ve got:

Automatic and manual moderation

Pluralkit

Off-topic (general stuff) and on-topic (DSMP-centric) chats, separated into their own categories

Off-topic and on-topic art and writing channels

And a flexible variety of other channels, such as areas for discussing AUs, theories, headcanons, and character analysis!

Basically, just a place to hang out and chat about the DSMP -- because it may be 4 years old now, but by God, some of us are still kickin’!

If this sounds interesting to you at all, even just a little bit, please give in to your demons and join. I promise I will keep things oh so normal and not insane. Link will be below the cut, if your interest has been caught!!

[stephofromcabin12]

made the mistake of listening to this one again.

[ly-kos]

@valiantthearts said ; x

🎁(for cait) - #92 - inherit nothing

// ambessa prefers to speak of family positively. it is not like her to mention her family in a negative light, but her closeness to caitlyn softens her shell to an almost terrifying extent. the noxian thinks she can trust the piltovan. the barrier between their origins broken down.

light dances through the big windows behind her, she's placed on a fancy, obviously noxian couch, reaching her hand out, as if beckoning for caitlyn to come and sit down. perhaps it is time for another of their lessons, but this time, it is one she wants to convey through a speech. through a talk about family.

caitlyn seems to doubt her birthright. she'd admitted this to her before, that she feels unworthy, undeserving, worried that what her mother left behind for her hadn't been what she deserved. she gives caitlyn ample time to move, then speaks up. " it's not my place to interfere, my dear. "

there's a pause, as if she is considering her words. " but, have I told you what my grandfather left behind for the family, for me, when he died? "

smacking her lips together, ambessa muses through a small shake of her head. " I inherited nothing. noone inherited anything. he appointed no heir. " this is vulnerable. she usually tells this tale as one of greatness, because it's how she rose to power in their family, how she came to sit in the throne she sits in now.

but right now, it's a lesson for one she views kin.

" nothing really mattered. he must've thought none of us deserved anything. " , she laughs, in an almost bitter way. " your mother must've thought of you as a great woman to leave you with what she's achieved. you should be proud. "

[clegfly]

Teeeeeeny art experiment featuring this little critter!!! I am a big marine life lover… and mythical creatures lover… So no surprises that I fell SO in love with this adorable little au. it has my WHOLE HEART. Merboy snuuy…

(Sea side au by @labbeon !!!!)

[birdyverdie]

School is starting soon!! I can't believe I'm excited for the stressors of classes OURGH...

[feralrosie]

Eryn/Zevran with song 52 ❤️

I hope you're happy with yourself. You made me write Zevryn for the first time in YEARS, but at WHAT cost. Look what you have DONE.

#52 Heaven's Light/Hellfire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack

Spotify Wrapped - Short Story game

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There it was again, the whispers, the incessant singing that calls her from the shadows. It is louder now and its song more violent, as if the drums of war were hot with the beating hearts of those who live below. 

She doesn’t have much time left. 

It is getting harder every day, but she needs to shake it off. 

“Let’s pause here for lunch,” Eryn says, getting down from her horse and dropping her backpack on the floor. “I’ll fetch water.”

Taking only the two waterskins, the mage doesn’t wait for her companion’s reply. She turns on her heels and descends a slope towards a body of water. The whispering follows her on the breeze, underneath her hair and into her clothing. Shut up, she thinks. Shut up shut up shut up.

Her breathing quickens as the shadows grow around her. They’re too close now. She tries to focus on the path in front of her, on the water glistening under bright sunlight, but her chest is heavy. She is not sure if it was a rock or if her feet gave up, but faster than she can realise, she trips and falls on her knees. 

Where am I? Eryn is not sure if she spoke it out loud, being muffled by the choir of darkspawn beneath the earth. If she digs the shore with her fingers, will she see them? If she screams, will they hear her? Will they catch her scent? Will they know where she is? Do they know where she is? Where am I…?

She lifts her head, searching for the light in direct rejection of the darkness. Then she sees it. She knows this shore, knows these waters. This is Lake Calenhad, and towering in the centre of it is the Circle where she was raised. The whispering runs down her spine as the memories of the cold stone of the circle walls catch up with her. She can’t go back there, not again, not ever. But if she had never left it, there would be silence now. They wouldn’t be speaking to her. No. No, she won’t go back. She won’t—but then, where should she go? To the darkness? Down the deep, deep roads to her death? After all this time, all she has done, the people that she found and that found her, is this really what fate has in store for her? Oblivion? No. No, no, no, no!

A humming breaks the cacophony in her mind. It freezes time, pulls her out of the water and breathes life into her again. It is followed by… a lute? Opening the eyes she did not know she had closed, Eryn can hear the wind on the canopies around, and the lake water crashing against the rocks, pebbles rolling here and there. She feels the warmth of the sun, and turns her attention back to the hill she came from. She sees the smoke of a fire, and catches the smell of wild mushrooms on a pan. 

Eryn stands up, takes a minute to clean the dirt off her dress and fetches water. When she arrives back at the newly improvised camp, Zevran is resting against a tree. He sings an old Antivan song while his fingers dance on the strings of his lute—which he insisted on buying years ago, on their first trip to his home country. 

With his hair loose and his shirt half opened, he smiles at her, and Eryn can only catch a few words of the lyrics. Warm, light, glow, amor. She really has to practice her antivan. 

“Lunch is almost ready,” he says during a break in the song. “Are you alright, mi amor?”

Eryn can’t help but smile back. She puts the waterskins on the ground beside the rest of their stuff, and she feels lighter. Much lighter than what two litres of water should weigh. 

“I am,” she joins him by the fire and rests her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she feels his arm moving ever so slightly as he continues playing the lute. “I am now.” 

When Zevran kisses the top of her head, it is as if the shadows never existed around her. At least, just for this while. 

[dragons-ire]

AU: Malachite

(Dawntrail late MSQ, Zone and NPC Spoilers below the cut)

Come ride with me through the veins of history

I'll show you a god who falls asleep on the job

And how can we win when fools can be kings?

Don't waste your time, or time will waste you

MUSE - Knights of Cydonia

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Malachite first made his career in Zoraal Ja's army - chosen to serve the King of Resolve based on his aptitude scores and personality analysis. He might have made a good Arcadion contender instead, if he had more talent for showmanship, and had he come of age only a little earlier.

Possessed of the feral soul of a fearsome scalekin and the skill of Turali-style twinblades, he saw the world outside the dome in the brief and ill-fated invasion of Tuliyollal.

He doesn't care much to talk about it.

After Zoraal Ja's defeat at the top of Everkeep and Queen Sphene's demise, he patiently filed for reassignment as a hunter. With war's end comes a disarmament, after all, and it seemed a good application of his aptitudes while Alexandria recovered from the upheaval.

And maybe: a remote assignment is the best place to be forgotten.

He's not sure how much time he has left. The Levindrake, the Turali biast soul he carries in his regulator, and the learning and wielding of its power has begun to take just enough of a toll, and he suspects that if his own soul hasn't already started to erode from the strain, that it's just a matter of time before it does.

He would like to spend that time being of use before he is forgotten forever.