#so these are a fun brain break

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Ok, hear me out, Machine Herald Viktor x Reader AU with this line from Epic,,

Jayce: After everything you've done... how will you sleep at night?

Viktor: Next to my wife.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[suntails]

knighted

[donutfloats]

Traced over Lamb and Nari’s sprites with my designs of them for funsies

[artuurle]

I find I'm still stuck in place after so long.

[inbabylontheywept]

Want Better Things

“You thought that was a bioweapon?” 

The translator broke down for a second as the creature did a sort of broken exhale. Connotations were all that came through. Vague implications. Pity, the software flashed. Disgust. Anger.

A pause as it decided.  

Sadism. 

Valta was already backing away. The final decision didn’t change his behavior, it just made the hall feel far, far too short. 

“I didn’t order it deployed. I didn’t make it.” 

The thing was staring at him, and he couldn’t look away. The two eyes moved in such perfect tandem that he didn’t think it was conscious. It only had binocular vision because it only needed binocular vision. Always the predator, never the prey. 

And now it was moving in on him. 

“Oh, but what if you had? Then I could tell you all the things that were wrong with it.” 

One of its hands - a sprawling, five fingered  spindly thing - traced carelessly along the station's walls. 

“No incubation period. Symptoms arrive within 40 minutes of exposure. No time to spread undetected. Minimum should be one week. Embarrassingly low.” 

The pressure the thing was putting on the wall increased, the gentle glide turning into a buzzing scratch. Humans were strong, but not strong enough to cut through metal like this. The suit had to be powered and clawed. 

“Spread through contact. Limited waterborne. No airborne. Intended mechanism of infection is viral load being put on hands from scratching, and then passed into the environment. Pathetically inefficient.” 

The translator was working, but the thing was overeunounciating each word. The meaning was being passed along by a clean, helpful voice in his suit, even as the sound was being passed on through the environmental speakers. And the sound was dreadful - clicks of ceramized bone jarring against each other, wet muscles modulating air into something sharp and rasping. 

“Mechanism of death? Lysis overload. Could be dangerous if it was transmitted into the lungs, but since the initial load tends to be dermal all we wind up with-”

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off it took its helmet off it took its helmet off in a biozone it - 

It looked a little pink, actually. A little scratchy. It lifted a delicate, taloned hand and rubbed its face against it for a moment before finishing. 

“-is a rash.”

Valta’s prey drive had glued him to the spot. It was too close. The stupid, stupid part of his brain that still thought he was grazing on Duranga hoped that if he stood still long enough, it might not notice him. 

The human paused a moment before continuing. 

“Do you know why they sent me? Alphonse Ericsen, PhD, MD, civilian doctor, here to speak with you?”

Valta’s snout twitched. The suit translated the gesture for him. 

“No.” 

“Because one of our grunts is a dumb fuck,” the human said simply. “And he spent two days fighting on your station with his helmet off. He got infected that way and brought back your stupid, itchy plague to our carrier ship, and now we’ve all spent the last 8 hours scratching ourselves raw. But the jokes on you, because when we were treating that guy you know what we found? That he was in the asymptomatic phase of a COVID infection. So if this-”

It gestured to its pink face with a snarl. 

“-is your idea of a bioweapon, then COVID is going to be your apocalypse. But if you work with me, and shut everything the fuck down for the next three or four months, I might be able to save most of you.” 

Valta unstuck at that. He’d spent weeks down here, worrying about nothing more than the next skirmish. Now he was looking at a genuine existential threat. 

“...What? Why would you help us? We wanted you to die. All of you. I wanted-”

The human cut him off with an exasperated wave of his hand. 

“You wanted something stupid. Doesn’t mean I have to join you. Best I can do to fix you is keep you alive and hope that you feel ashamed later. That, I genuinely look forward to. Now come on, you’re going to be the one explaining to all your friends what’s at stake here. My bedside manner is so bad that they limited my patients to virology slides and USMC marines. I think that’s actually one rung below the guys that just dissect cadavers.” 

Valta would’ve made an amused hum at that, but something already felt scratchy inside his throat. 

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Congrats on getting into the TMNT AU COMP again with The Neon Void!! I was wondering what do you think your boys would wear for the high fantasy theme?

I SAW????? OMG WOW 😭 Thank you to those of you who nominated my silly little story!!! I'll try to do something special to celebrate (like uhhhhhh fixing all my typos LMAO WHOOPSIE)

and gosh, that's a hard one!! sorry to say that my first thought is DND parties lol (i'm not well versed in high fantasy creatures and dynamics so forgive me lol)

I can see Raph as a kind of paladin. Perhaps a "giant" paladin because he's so big compared to his brothers LOL. I think it would be cute if Mikey was fairy-esque, or an elven-esque theme-- but definitely a fun cleric. Donnie would be a goblin because 1) that would be hilarious 2) he's my scrunkly little gremlin who loves to be in his lab mehehe. Definetly an arificer.

as for Leo....

perhaps a lost bard turned "evil" sorcerer lol

[stripysockxx]

Recent blazamys from my sketchbooks (^^)

[fastboatsmojito]

Frank castle finding one of your plushies left over at his place and sending u pics like this with it everywhere he goes throughout the day </3

[electrozeistyking]

WHEN YOU COULDN’T SAY A THING BEFORE?

(i move fast with these things, holy moly. also i did not forget the loops! i just didn’t feel like including them :3)

[marshmallowcat666]

I’m currently hyperfixated rereading Ftfo and can barely do any drawing but I’m trying!!! ‘^’ Designs are easier to draw for some reason so might see only those for a bit T-T

anyways have my version of Lord Lunar’s Gemini! They get fun new outfits!!!

[fefairys]

so ive been playing the L death note ds game and the L communicator mode is so funny. Literally all you can do is feed him treats and make him say random lines at you. to restock treats you have to wait on the blank menu screen for five minutes at a time for watari to bring more food.

konami said u will keep your ds open on this blank screen for hours just to feed a fake L death note treats so that he'll tell you he loves you.

and you know what i am. i had to pause in the middle of writing this because watari came back with more food.

[paulorlac]

really big fan of this clip where you can practically hear the writer's thought process of solving a story beat issue with a little bit of fourth wall breaking but then realizing that beetlejuice would be too stupid understand how act structures work and just deciding to do both jokes at once

[xxplastic-cubexx]

From the same Storm mini-series 🥹

THE FAM 🥺

[phier]

Had a lot of fun sorting out my collection of brushes. I've been trying to put the joy of the process above my expectations for the finished piece an it's really fulfilling!

[tyrrible-twos]

Viktor is in hell.

His hell is not fire and brimstone, nor is it some poetic damnation of the soul. No, his hell is this.

His apartment. His so-called friends. The yoga mat beneath him.

Physical therapy.

Viktor exhales sharply through his nose, shifting his weight onto his forearms as he tries to hold a modified plank. His body braid is snug around his torso, offering some measure of support, but it doesn’t stop the familiar creak and strain of his joints protesting the effort. His compression sleeves help, but not enough. The yoga blocks beneath his elbows dig uncomfortably into his skin.

It’s awful. He hates it. And Vi, Jinx, and Ekko are watching. Enjoying this.

"Come on, Vik. That’s not even a full hold.” Vi comments from where she stretches beside him, pressing her forehead to the floor in a perfect butterfly pose, her elbows pushing down on her knees like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Jinx, contorted into some godless variation of a scorpion stretch, flicks a toe at him as if encouraging him to try harder. "You call that core engagement? You look like you're dying, dude.”

Ekko, balancing in an absurdly deep squat, shrugs. “I mean, to be fair, he always looks like that.”

Fucking dancers. Viktor glares at all of them and collapses onto his mat with an undignified thump.