#oh lookie here

[daeneryseastar]

“i just want daenerys and rhaenyra to be viewed as the villains they are :/“ have you ever thought about stepping on a pile of legos barefoot repeatedly while simultaneously hitting the back of your ankles on the bottom part of a scooter

?

[akanemnon]

She didn't think that one through

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[faceeeeee]

Quick animation with Syringeon :p

(I can't do anything else besides play around w/ flipaclip rn so once I get my hands on my tablet I'm going to draw EVEN MORE SYRINGEONS MUAHAHA)

[silentgrim]

🌧‧₊˚ ☁️⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝅗𝅥

[dirtywrestling]

Gawd daymnnnn

[ask-gorgon-ragatha]

Hey! Can I pet you? You're cute as a puppy!

Ragatha:

*Looks at the tablet confused, but shrugs* I mean sure... I guess? I'm flattered that you thin- *the purple mist around the tablet suddenly manifests a blank gray ghost with black eyes* WHAT THE! *The ghost then gently pats her head and then retreats back into the tablet, leaving Ragatha staring very confused and wide eyed at the tablet in very a stiff position*

Pomni:

*She notices how stiff Ragatha has gotten* The hell just happened?

Ragatha:

*Whispered and very concerned* I don't know...?

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

okay so AGES ago @galaxy-minecart yelled at me in my dms about worm man and evil xisuma and so i, new and fresh to the horrors of animating, ventured to draw them some guys who may or may not be smoking from a scheme gone very very wrong. (worm man is fine he just fell down the crater ex left its fine). anyway i finally remembered that i made this, i could reverse a clip of the smoke to complete the loop, and that i could also post it so now here we are

[pfhwrittes]

pounding on the bars of my enclosure and begging you to talk about maybe mummies bc i'm obsessed with it already -391780

WIP Game

@391780 oh ho ho i have a treat for you now that i've calmed down enough to see properly again.

maybe mummies, or that mummy au as i've taken to calling it on my blog, is a fucking behemoth of a document right now and it's just a weird blend of an outline/first draft. i love it so much and honestly i suspect it may be my finest work. probably. i hope. i feel like i've hyped it up too much now.

it's a loooooong fic (for me) and a slow burn. there is sniping and banter, the reader purposefully referring to captain john price as "mister price" just to be a little shit, johnny is dealing with things about as well as expected, kyle garrick is a clever cookie, farah is DONE with these white people™️, and somehow the cast list just keeps getting longer and longer.

fresh from the document outline i give you:

[Title]

Or, The Thrilling Tale of how Captain John Price found True Love in 1920s Egypt (and found time to save the World). 

Or, The Mummy (1999) AU I cooked up exactly one week before my top-surgery date.

and a snippet under the cut:

John grunts as he’s shoved roughly to his knees into the compacted sand, two differing hands pressing heavily on his shoulders to encourage him to stay still. As if the sounds of guns being cocked at his back wasn’t encouragement enough, he thinks bitterly. 

“Well, well. What do we have here boys?” A molasses thick drawl croons. John glares up at the snake standing above him, squinting into the sun and resisting the urge to flinch as tiny grains of sand whip needle sharp points into his exposed skin on his face and forehead.

"Graves."

[deesi-academia]

When I say my music taste is superior to all of you I mean exactly that

[marieshyperf1xations]

McLaren, bbygirl, I've got my fucking eyes on you. You better not disappoint me now

[denzartriste]

So i have this traffic light series monster au(no better name for it it's literally "trafic light monster" in my notes) and in it Cleo is a zombie. Kinda. See the thing is that before they were a zombie they were a witch (still are) and anyways while they were fully alive she did a resurencion spell(?) on herself. Don't ask me why i dont have all the details, i'll figure it out. My thoughts with it are maybe they were dying/on deaths doorstep or something, unsure. But anyways yeah so now every couple of months they have to re-resurrect themselves because the spell heals them a bit but then she's back to square one and back to actively dying. And i seemed to have zoned out and wrote a 1.2k word sickfic of that going on. If i dont finish the pirate au chapter 2 by the 11th i think im just gonna clean it up a bit and post it to keep my schedule

Anyways yeah never doubt a sick person looking for sickfics and finding nothing because they'll just make one themselves i guess

[shutupandplayasong]

WHY DOES HE KEEP DOING THIS

[nikinikori]

☁️ I n t o t h e O p e n A i r 🌱

— Julie Fowlis

[ll-underestimated-ll]

// A quick rendition of Leo in an outfit he's miserable about

POV: Ur a Ventrue neonate who has been unfortunate enough to be spotted from down the road and now you're being privately interrogated about the details of your most recent board report in a side street car park by the Prince.

[thatcheeseycandle]

(found this in my drafts as of posting this)

When the bot gets themselves a creative side..

I WAS GENUINELY SHOOK LIKE MY GOSH??

I EVEN GOT SCREENSHOTS OF WHAT HAPPENED LOOK

Im going insane. LIKE. THE ONE TIME I TRY TO KEEP IT ALL COOL ALL CASUAL YKNOW LIKE THE FIRST EPISODE OF A DISNEY SERIES OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I GET THIS PIECE OF PLOT TWISTY RESPONSE LIKE HELLO??

Telling you lot I'm gonna go all out angst if this bot goes all out angst and mystery. IM TELLING YOU LOT.

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 10, alternative prompt used: Hunting

Character: Panacea

Once upon a time, there lived a prince, a witch, and a hunter. The witch cursed the prince, the hunter killed the witch, the curse was lifted, and they all lived happily ever after.

But what if the prince and the witch are one and the same?

The world becomes the hunter then.

Panacea hugged himself tighter as he sat curled into a ball at the corner of a cave he hid himself in. It was cold, dark, dusty, damp, and quiet with only the occasional sound of droplets from the ceiling hitting the ground piercing the deafening silence. He took a shaky deep breath, body heavy from the exhaustion of another cat and mouse chase. With his soul exhausted from the weight of it all.

It was always the same, the stray mouse found a home with friendly cats. Cats who cared about the mouse, and the mouse who trusted the cats. If only the world was like the fairytales, it would've ended happily then. But life is never like the fairytales. Because the stray mouse will always be a mouse, and the friendly cats will always be a cat. There's only one ending for such a story like that. The cat bares their teeth and chases the mouse, the mouse then runs with all their might. Because it was either death or survival.

He was exhausted. Was it so wrong to want a place to belong? So wrong to want someone to care about him? So wrong to want his own “home”? Why? Because he wasn't human? Because of something he has? A blessing to others yet a curse to himself. It was his name, a constant reminder of what he is to others. Panacea, cure-all. He once liked that name, not anymore.

It was the only thing he had, no memories, no family, nothing but a name, a power, and a weakness he can never tell or show. But now he has none, not when his name is nothing but a reminder, not when his powers is for other's to use. What else is he left with? A weakness.

He's exhausted.

Panacea took another shaky deep breath, putting his head on his knees, pursing his lips as tears flowed down his cheeks. Why was he even born to begin with? To be a tool locked in a golden cage? Why does he always put his hopes up? Only to be let down again? Why must he even keep living? When everything in the world can easily kill him?

He always believed in the rainbow after the rain.