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[cringelordofchaos]

I went through. The whole entirety of omori. Not knowing you could run.

[raiswanson]

when a friend mentions they're trying to get back into reading and you have to hold off from dumping your entire 300+ book personal library over their head because you don't want to overwhelm them/scare them off

[slugass]

im not doin 3d models often this is the 1st full blockbench model its fukkin ampoo

no im not doing every student i dont have time nfriuiuiihhirieref

[lesbianpegbar]

mom got the time wrong on smth so now i’m stuck in the car with her while she watches tiktoks out loud for an hour

[gilpuyat]

[luimagines]

I thought I would show you at least the female version of what it's going to look like the male version I'm still working on I know for flight they have to have short tail feathers for easy flight but also really like peacocks maybe I could do something like how dear antlers shed an idea that I'm sticking to but had as well is that the bird that will be yours is the one that tries to kill you

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

God this little SIX groups full of writers/artists really are just a pack of traumatized gremlins, unhinged writers, and sleep deprived people with a list of bad ideas

[underpaidimmortal]

here comes a spookie theme!!!!!!!!!!

[ragnarot]

❛  you don’t know when to give up, do you ?  ❜ (for thor)

" NEVER WAS I TAUGHT SUCH . " HE SENDS THEM A SCATHING GLANCE , the shimmering gold gilded molten-hot amongst his blackened pits . any words he had for this supposed kin , this trick of the light , were scant . pitiable . loki , the thunderer knew , was no friend of thor's . it was as the all-father spoke it . had wished it to be , foretold by the knowing eye . THE SINGLE EYE GLISTENING IN HIS HEAD , A RAVEN'S WHISPER . this one shall be the beginning of the end , son . and you , ever brave , will cleave their spawn asunder . tear his tongue from his wicked mouth . a child , that is not a child . nay . the monster who wreathes all of midgard . and odinson grew wary .

" perhaps , i am stubborn . " said he . " and perhaps you , with your endless wit , can justly call me a brute . but i have cunning , kin-slayer . and i have will .

that will keep me alive . . . until then . "

@liesmth ( we are getting dramatically deep with barbie of swan lake )

[flyingtacoturtle11]

AND I WOULD T MARRY ME EITHER A PATHALOGICAL PEOPLE PLEASERRRRRR

[skywing206]

Protomen to keep me sane during the end of semester

Protomen scribbles I’ve done while trying to keep myself sane finishing final projects HUOH

[jabberwockprince]

unpeeled him, gave him his tattoos and piercings back <3

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

if u dont believe ur dying i wont tell u that yr dying but do u not believe ur dying just because it gets u down ?

[st-hedge]

Violently wringing my hair and rolling down onto the floor

[cartoon-angerr]

Loodvigg’s Day at Disneyland: prologue

The Starhenge rose up in the sky, mechanical island built by the Colossals, gigantic creatures as old as the Monster World. On this very island, monsters lived, older than the Monster World and the Colossals. And probably time itself, too… who knows? They were called Celestials, the first beings to ever exist, and considered Gods by every monster living on the islands below.  Hence their name, the Celestials came from the sky… or more exactly, space. The Primordial Cosmic Hush was a time where absolutely nothing existed - just silence. A cosmic void. Then there was the Big Bang, sending sounds into the void, creating elements and twelve beings afterwards. The monster gods came to life, each having a constellation and an element assigned to them. But this was a long time ago, decades now separating the creation of the Celestials from the present.

One of them approached the circle that the monsters had formed and sat down with them. Her name was Galvana, she represented the element of Electricity. She turned her head to her right, where a metallic organ was resting. Her name was Vhamp, she represented the Mech element. Next to Vhamp sat a blue creature named Plixie, the Plasma elementalist.  "Hey Scaratar!" he beckoned a brown bug-looking monster, the Poison element.  "How is your hair shining like that? It’s lovely!" "Thank you! I put some hair shine spray over it," she responded. The Plant elementalist Blasoom, a green bird-shaped monster, approached Scaratar to take a closer look at her hair. "Alright," Galvana started. "As you know, we all gather here every first day of a new month. We are in February, which means Furnoss’ constellation is now shining above us!"  Galvana turned to what seemed to be an oven with a dragon-like head and limbs. He looked at her, nodding. Up in the sky, Furnoss’ constellation was shining brightly, replacing the constellation of Hornacle, the Water element. This one playfully gave a nudge to the Fire elementalist, who returned it back. "Before we start, is everyone here?" Galvana asked.  She looked at her friends, counting them mentally. Furnoss, Hornacle, Scaratar, Blasoom, Plixie and Vhamp were here, followed by Torrt, Glaishur, Attmoz and Syncopite, the Earth, Cold, Air and Crystal elementalists, respectively. And… "WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIR SHINE SPRAY?!" a voice shouted from afar. …Loodvigg.

The Shadow elementalist, an elegant spidery monster with a bold hairstyle, approached the circle formed by the eleven Celestials reunited. An angry expression distorted their skull-like face. "Oopsies." Scaratar whispered. Attmoz sighed and rolled his eye. "Here we go again", he mumbled. "So?!" Loodvigg asked again, their eyes jumping from monster to monster. "Yeah… About that." Scaratar answered - Loodvigg’s angered look went straight to her. "It was me. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve asked you first."  "UGH!" Loodvigg elegantly pushed their hair back with an offended rictus, then bended over Scaratar.  "Damn right you should have. I’m turning your hair into my new personal bathroom carpet next time." Scaratar, surprised by the aggressiveness in Loodvigg’s tone, stepped back, seemingly upset and a little flabbergasted. Galvana quickly intervened, noticing the green bug monster’s discomfort. "Loodvigg, that’s enough. No need to overreact." "But I ain’t! This insect knows I’m not letting ANYONE borrowing MY stuff-"  "ENOUGH!" Loodvigg sighed with annoyance. "Also, you’re late for our monthly meeting again. For the third time in a row. Why didn’t you come sooner?!" Galvana continued. "I forgot!" "We’ve been doing the new month and constellation celebration for decades! Literally! How in all the stars did you forget?!!" Loodvigg skittered from the electric monster to sit on the other side of the circle, between Furnoss and Hornacle. "Listen, I was busy doing much more entertaining activities than something we’ve been doing repeatedly for all these years. Can we start now? I want to get this stupid celebration over as soon as possible."

Although irritated, Galvana kept her thoughts for herself and continued speaking, almost as if nothing happened.

Even if the atmosphere remained tense between the monsters, the ending of the celebration went rather well, Loodvigg's presence not being as terrible as in the beginning. The Celestials all stared at the sky, Furnoss’ constellation still shining brightly. It was only after the meeting that Attmoz spoke to his cousin, Scaratar. Loodvigg was back to the old Observatory, a tall stone construction housing a gigantic telescope, and each Celestial’s designated room. "Hey. You alright?" Attmoz said, visible concern painted on the cyclop’s face. "Yeah! Yeah, I am," she responded. "They just scared me for a second," Scaratar whispered, motioning her head to the Observatory. "Sometimes I even wonder if any thought of basic kindness and empathy still circulate through that brain of theirs", Attmoz chuckled a bit. "I wonder what kept Loodvigg so "busy" to be that late to the monthly celebration… Bet they were trying a new haircut again." "That still doesn’t give them the right to change my hair into a bathroom carpet…" she pointed out, grumpy. "Nope, definitely not!" "They probably wouldn't have done that anyway, but I'm keeping an eye on them," Galvana said, now approaching the two monsters. "We never know with Loodvigg... their behavior is getting stranger with the passing days-" "And meaner," Scaratar added. "Like, way meaner. And for no reason at all, either." "I remember how kind they used to be," Attmoz said, yawning. "But that was such a long time ago... Still wondering what made them the way they are now. Not like we aren't used to their catastrophic behavior anyway... but it's still very annoying," the pink cyclop sighed. "And even worse when unjustitied... Which is... well! Most of the time." "Mmmhm." Galvana nodded, lost in thought. Attmoz yawned again, briefly swinging his head. "Ugh. Sleepy…" "Already?!" surprisingly asked the electric elementalist. "Is it that late?" "Oh, no, no," Scaratar reassured her. "That's just what Mozmoz gets when he stays awake late at night trying to find out if putting paint in water could make his clouds turn purple." "Shut up..." Attmoz grumbled, nudging at his cousin. "At least it worked."

The three said their goodnights, Galvana promising once again to keep an eye on Loodvigg. But for now, a good night rest was welcome for everyone.

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