#so why not combine them?

[maybeimcursed]

Do we fuck with Selfish Machines Jaya ⁉️⁉️

I was going to do Pixal and Zane, but I couldn't figure out what to have them be holding, so I opted to do Jay and Nya instead. I feel like they do fit the vibe, though.

[imagination-overreaction]

Thinking of doing something new with the sip of snips, where I use the word as a prompt and pick a random wip to write a piece of

[chirpsythismorning]

Bringing this back bc I think we as a society moved on too fast

[devilheartsblog]

Fuck it, here’s Bloom redesign. Sry I’ve been holding it off

[gloriousmonsters]

listened to most of The Art of War while hanging clothes at my job earlier and I'm going to just distill down the real advice for y'all without the twenty thousand similes and metaphors and such

Wars are expensive have them really fast

Don't kill your soldiers they need food and stuff

But sometimes put your soldiers into inescapable life or death situations because that's how you really get them to be workin' hard instead of hardly workin', y'know

Have more guys than the enemy and be smarter. The best way to win a war is to have every single favorable condition for winning a war. Hope that helps

DO NOT fight in a salt marsh

If your boss gives you a stupid order, don't follow that order

Be 15 min early to the battlefield

Attack the enemy's weak points. But also they might be faking weaknesses so don't attack if they seem weak. But attack their weak points. But also-

For the love of god don't let anyone read omens

[tallfroggieart]

AGH HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! (ft., ofc, our favorite ot3)

[wyrmswears]

nooo dont give the autistic wolf themed enemies.. hes going to draw his favourite character as one and- ah fuck too late. wolf warrior jay.

[solradguy]

Cover illustration by Daisuke Ishiwatari for Guilty Gear Xrd -Sign-

[cyra-kingg]

(hits him with the bird beam) whoops

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.

[elloras]

[synesthete-sylke]

rainworld is fun, scugs are so goofy

absolutely Please talk to me about them in the tags, rain life is making me go insane rn but i don't know what to do for everyone else yet

[merilles]

LotR Ladies Pt.2 💍✨

[spirk-trek]

I thought it would be fun to share some before and after photos of fanzine pages I've restored :) The fanzines I post here are all 20-50 years old, and they were usually put together using the cheapest possible methods to keep prices low. Thin pages + being well loved by the Trekkies who collected them leads to a lot of imperfections. I really enjoy giving them new life and sharing them with a whole new audience, as if they're opening the zine for the first time all those years ago :)

Views of Intimation & Icefire Fanzines | L. Lacey, Paul Daly, Mike Romesburg, Unknown artist (1980-87)

[nim-lock]

their relationship is just like this (it's a kink)

for @theemperorweek day 2 vulnerability | submission prompt

[daylighteclipsed]

Bruh soriku got the floral arch, the dearly beloved wedding march, and the paopu fruit 💀