#my (very ginger) friend

[gingermintpepper]

I do, in fact, enjoy drawing different variations of this moment. Mostly I just wanted to doodle some wrathful Apollo (and practice doodling more of Hyacinth's curls since I usually dodge colouring them LOL) Bonus doodle under the cut <3

:D

[moeblob]

They're soulmates in every single universe and I miss them at the most random times.

[mandable-draws]

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This is a comic strip that sprung from a conversation with a friend of mine. For context, said friend is going to a Wā thingy later this year, but my sleep deprived ass thought that they were just going to go join an Ork WAGH.

Image description under the cut.

A comic with 3 panels, all drawn in shades of grey, red and pink.

The first panel is a of my (very ginger) friend leaning out of a minibus window. They are wearing pink glasses that they are looking over. There is a speech bubble saying "Heard you lads are having a Wā, Mind if I join?".

The second panel is of two Orks looking moderately confused at the presence of my (very ginger) friend. The one on the left is wearing a dark coloured vest and holding a shoota in one hand. He also has a hair squig on his head. The ork on the right has a fur pelt on one shoulder and a shoulder pad covered in teeth on the other side. He has a red handprint on his forehead and another on his chest. He has a spiky axe strapped to his back that is visible over his shoulder.

The third panel is an action shot of an ork wagh. Two Orks are in the foreground and behind them is the minibus included in the wagh. My (very ginger) friend can be seen through the windscreen and is driving like an absolute lunatic (probably because they are ginger). Orks are riding on the outside of the minibus. Various ork-y shapes are around the minibus, and in the background is a collection of explosions and the shape of gargants. The minibus's number plate says "clown".

[enbysiriusblack]

gay and wondrous life of caleb gallo as marauders:

caleb gallo- sirius

karen- lily

billy- james

benicio- remus

freckle- peter

lenjamin- marlene

tatiana- pandora

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[yanderespamton78]

watching netflix while drawing :

(the show is sweet tooth if any of you lot were wondering)

[lilleputtu]

Somewhat related to Ginger's LTW to marry off 6 children: Sten went to church, mostly to talk to Leo or Murie Pike. Ginger suggested matchmaking Gil and Osanna, since the Pikes are doing pretty good on all fronts except the "getting married" one, so Sten went off to discuss it with the adults in charge of Gil.

Leo seems pretty happy about the idea.

[sucktacular]

Went to Anime North this weekend! Kinda just loosely hung around but here's a vest-less bunch of selfies of my Matt cosplay!!

[adaricruz]

curse of the black rose : the fragile — we’ll find the perfect place to go where we can run & hide …

in my silly little lore that i've named ' demolition ' , there's a version where connor meets violet . this is after 1994 , in 2011 when the harmons move to the murder house .

there's many versions of my lore , but this is one of my faves since i genuinely think violet & connor would be the best of friends since they have so much in common . they would be bound by pure understanding of their own sorrow & experiences with a particular shared acquaintance .

will be adding a lil thing i wrote explaining their friendship & backstory after the cut . thanks for reading !

IT’S A SPECIAL DEATH YOU SAVED …

it’d been a few years since 1994 , & the residents of the house remained bound . connor had spent countless days sitting on grimy corners, listening to the wails that echoed through the walls still decorated with decaying floral wallpaper , trying to make sense of what his days now were .

tate was nowhere to be found , obviously . the last time connor gazed into his eyes , a bullet had pierced his chest , forever chaining him to that place .

thing is , she was different . went through the threshold with morbid curiosity that reminded him of easier times . times where he could wander around los angeles without a care in the world , & not bother about pleasing another person for an ounce of affection .

he revealed himself in hopes of friendship — in life , he’d never cared for it , but the records in the girl’s collection asked for conversation . her name was violet , & she had way too much morrissey in it for his taste . strangely , she’d never heard of trent reznor , & that was the first time he’d sat on her bed , the two spending hours sharing what she’d called ‘ earbuds ‘ .

it wasn’t long till the devil had laid eyes on her , preying on her curiosity & enthusiasm for the place that she’d made of her home impressively fast . connor could hear her parents arguing about the god forsaken house , growing uneasy as the other spirits made themselves known . but violet wanted to stay for another reason — & connor couldn’t fathom to sit & watch another soul suffer like his did .

his arrival had been far too late , finding the sight of violet’s debilitating body devastating . tate had dragged her from her room , still struggling to evacuate the remaining pills from her stomach . it was a painfully familiar sight , & connor had shrieked , begging tate to not touch her — to stay away from her as she began to fade . connor had felt her heart emanate its last beat as frail arms wrapped around her shoulders , eyes everywhere but on the boy that still remained in the tub , now alone .

tears fell down his cheeks as violet emanated a cry of her own , knowing her fate had been sealed .

as souls continue to go through the murder house , leaving behind bloody bodies & newspaper scandals , violet & connor find solace in each other , bound by heartbreak & sorrow .

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.

[gingermintpepper]

Absolutely the funniest thing about my current corner of tumblr is that pretty much everyone I've recently followed for Apollo-Appreciating Purposes are either genuinely Hellenist or just rather very into Rick Riordan's Trials of Apollo series which is wild because I know a net zero about both of those things.

[ratspider]

i think that once i have absolutely no upgrading goals left in stardew valley i'm going to divorce harvey and date everyone in the town till i probably eventually go back to harvey again and wipe his memory

[hazmatazz]

ooook google how. how to talk to . pretty and cool boys.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

"unicron" being a serious term in transformers lore is bringing me back to my blue sky days. guy with a cigarette looking out the window. i havent heard that name in 84 years

[plegdoctor]

Thank you @artificialortega for challenging me to make this picrew and take the quiz!