#oh wellsies

[littleplantfreak]

me trying to get anything written after not writing anything for a week

[candiedapplez]

I instead gave the girl who brought that guy over here my number 🤭

[nevesmose]

14, 19, 28!

14 - where do you get your inspiration?

Usually I'll think of little bits of dialogue or a joke or whatever, and it kind of ends up growing from there. So I'll have one or two fully fleshed out bits like "Perturabo tells Fulgrim he isn't in fact good at parties" or "someone drinks Cerveza Cristal" for example and then a much looser overall outline connecting them together that needs to be filled in.

19 - the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic?

Ooh, this is tricky because there's a very thin line between "stuff that interests me and then I put it in a fic" and "stuff I looked up specifically for a fic" but I would say, apart from running off to Lexicanum to check lore etc, it would be various eras of historical air battles for Set Fire To Us All. I picked out interesting details about stuff like Wild Weasel aircraft in the Vietnam War and gave them a grimdark makeover since it seemed like the kind of dangerous thing the Night Lords would make someone else do.

28 - your least favorite part of the writing process?

Filling in the outline!! A big flaw in my particular way of writing. And also actually getting things finished and posted when they're like 95% done - I get to a point of being fed up of them and wanting them over with but that leads to lots of delay and procrastination unless I really push myself.

[vaas]

something about yellowjackets that has been bothering me is that i dont understand why none of them thought to light a signal fire. like i understand not knowing how to build emergency shelter or purify urine into water or cauterise an amputated limb. thats pretty out there shit. but a signal fire? thats a very simple conclusion to come to

[rockintapper]

ok. hi. animation meme featuring Watashime Slug. woaaahh!!!!!

[caliburn-the-sword]

so everyone is very outspoken about phoebe and her sun/moon symbolism, and to a slightly lesser extent the stars and constellation symbolism of orion, so where exactly does that leave us with oliver?? i would argue that his own celestial object would be planets, the earth. oliver, deriving from the olive plant, grown from soil. cultivated to go one way, to show loyalty to his roots. and in a way he does, only his loyalty goes to his siblings rather than lady hong. a steady and reliable character like the earth itself

[mintedcats]

Berrypaw's dilemma (pt.1)

(Snowshard, Honeypaw and Thistleskip belong to @turnaboutsisterz )

(Softtail belongs to @roobjoshi )

[foalfangs]

a gina a toocy and a catworth. w/ no reference💔

[juggalogojackerbox]

Cringetober Day 1 - Heterochromia

First drawing of the month lets GO, felt like drawing λ was a good choice for this one %] (especially given how important his multicolored eyes are in his backstory, I'm givin' my boy his chance to shine here he deserves it- but im goin' on a tangent now my bad)

[aeons-domain]

Can you imagine how many problems of mine would have been solved if I just get to hear Kakyoin's VA say "good girl" to me 🥲🥲🥲

[gynandromorph]

bro the COMIC I POSTED IS MISSING ONE OF ITS PANELS ;_; MY AGONIES

[demonsfate]

broken wings...

It was as though the final blow had rippled through the atmosphere and evoked an earthquake. As the wall of the tournament's arena commenced its quivering, and afore them, the walls were brought down in a loud crumble. Everything around the pair was plummeting down, and yet it all managed to miss them miraculously. And as the debris rest upon the vacant, pure black ground, they gradually faded from existence. And in its place, luscious, verdant blades of grass began to spring to life. Soon followed were bushes, flowers, vegetation. A blue sky spilled and painted the nothingness and large, flourishing trees sprouted to provide shade from the hot sun. After years of drab, this place was finally vibrant and abundant with life once more.

Jin Kazama stood in disbelief at the sight before him - it felt like a dream - and that was what's most bizarre to him. He hadn't experienced a dream in years, either. It was all only nightmares which filled this heavy head of his. The sunbeams that peaked through leaves welcomed Jin into a loving, warm embrace. And the grass below his feet was soft, but pleasantly tickled between his bare toes. This beauteous, much earned victory caused him to forget he wasn't quite finished yet. Jin glanced down, away from the trees, and saw the Devil pathetically crawling away - wings lowered like a dog with its tail behind its back. Jin trudged toward him.

The Devil understood Jin was coming after him - he could feel Jin's overwhelming force. Devil hopped in a futile endeavor to lift off to the skies. But only one wing flapped as the other had been fractured in combat. He grunted loudly as he crashed into the ground, his face landing right in the dirt. Spit, spit. Jin was drawing closer, and it actually startled the Devil - for once in his life, he was genuinely afraid, for he knew what was inevitable. He needn't breathe, yet to Devil, it felt as though he was out of breath. His bones ached, limbs begging for relaxation, and deep down, there was this realization that he no longer had any fight in him left. But still, the desperate need for survival gnawed at those exhausted muscles. In his severe panic, he leaped higher - and it only caused him to crash harder with an even harsher yelp. Jin ceased all movement - the Devil wasn't going anywhere, that much is obvious at this point. And maybe it was too cruel to play around with him as though the Devil's a wounded mouse, and he was the sadistic feline. Even if the Devil may deserve it for all he put the world through.

With an agonized groan, the Devil turned on his back to look up at Jin with horror in those lustrous, white eyes. 

"I've saved your life! I've saved your life many times!" He cried out in defense. 

"And then you took it," Jin retorted coldly. 

"You'll die without me. Time has proven that again and again! You NEED me, Jin! You need me!"

"I don't need you. I never did."

Jin's hefty legs crouched over Devil's body, and stared at him. In an attempt to retain existence, the Devil weakly swiped his sharp talons at Jin, who instantly caught his wrist and jerked it away. Jin's own hand then landed upon Devil's chest - and he shoved it through him. There was no gore, it's as if the Devil was nothing but a mere ghost. He couldn't even move, although he wanted to. Only his back arched as the rest of his body went thoroughly stiff. "I just needed your powers," Jin added. Then - echoed, bloodcurdling screams filled the gorgeous surroundings. And they won't end as his own form slowly dissipated - starting from his limbs.

It was almost too much for Jin, and he had to snap his eyes shut. His own spirit was consuming everything the Devil had possessed. But that wasn't the source of Jin's pained expression. No, in some messed up way, it was the Devil's screaming that brought forth his perturbation. Jin had loathed his Devil more than anything. An unforgivable, irredeemable, uncaring beast that had ruined his life, and thousands' more. The sole reason why he couldn't live amongst the humans. But Jin had spent years with him, every single day, nonstop. There was always someone to talk to when he was alone - even if those conversations were always of contempt arguments. Could arguing be considered superior to loneliness?

His ears blocked out the Devil's cries, and instead he tried all he can to focus solely on the power that's coursing through him now. After the rush of it had finished, Jin determined it was over and once again revealed his eyes to the world - his world. The Devil was gone, nothing but himself now. This victory should be one that's celebrated. But it was far too early for any parties. Jin knew there was more work to be done.

Thus, his eyes opened again. This time they were greeted to the real world. His body rose from the medical bed. His first few steps were wobbly, and he had to ground himself by leaning on to the cold wall for support. Once he rediscovered his composure, the destined child noticed the new strength he carried - more than he had ever before. It was almost stressful. But there was no time to think about that. Now, he'll get dressed and finally depart from this building - they were waiting for him...

[facedock]

Dirk Benedict in Alaska (1996)

[saltedsolenoid]

i want to make... a loaf of bread!! maybee... in celebration of autumn and the subtle change of seasons... hmm... wealth? energy + prosperity during the quiet months of winter? i think i'm gonna go with something about energy and prosperity, possibly the idea of 'saving' things? i'll try and work that into a sigil or some shit... and then to be consumed within! midterm season.

[rockintapper]

meows

[sillyguyhotline]

mannn i told myself i was gonna try to stay sober this week