#so...gotta learn that now

[insaneiceshard]

Chapter 4

Hello hello! New chapter fresh and off the press! (not really this one is a week old...) AO3 is completely set up, so if you prefer reading stuff on there you are free to do so! Updates on there will be spaced out for my sanity and to keep connected story bits together.

Trigger Warnings: Cannon typical violence, implied suicide, grief of a loved one, panic attack. This one is pretty heavy so please take tare of yourself.

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Gourmand was jolted awake, not by the opening of the gates, but by an ugly, distorted, ring of a bell. Suddenly in a panic, she shot up and her eyes darted to the thing lighting up the den, a symbol she had wished she'd forgotten. 

A slugcat stared down at her, eyes strobing every colour of the rainbow and casting light throughout the denlike firecrackers. Their short lime fur whipped around them, propelled by wind that can’t be here. How had this slugcat snuck into the den? Had they hid in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike? Gourmand was intensely aware that this scug had no good intentions with that golden pinwheel above them. She whipped into action, grabbing her spear, which sat in its sling next to her, and with all the strength she could muster, launched it towards the intruder. 

The den was instantly shrouded in darkness once again, and the ugly bell rang silent as the body thudded down to the ground. The metallic smell of blood flooded the air, almost choking Gourmand. She stood still, paralyzed. Her breathing was quick and painful, tearing through her lungs as the fuzz around her eyes began to wet. 

She couldn’t let her fear take over her. She couldn’t let her mind race to places she never wanted to go again. She took a seat against a wall and focused on her breathing. Holding her own body tight, she filled her lungs full, and let the air out in a slow, and shaky breath. Like filling and emptying a gourd, she streamed the air in, and then out. Her heart was still beating heavily in her chest and up her throat, but she had shaken away the panic and slumped down in the now cold and dark den. She considered checking the mysterious slugcat, to see if it was truly well and dead, but sleep was already taking over again. It looks like one of the constants in her life was how quickly you could fall asleep in one of these shelters. 

She crawled away to lie down in the furthest corner away from the corpse and stared at it through the darkness. Finally, she closed her eyes. Her mind had decided to play a nasty trick on her that night, so she dreamt of a memory she desperately tried to forget.

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Gourmand hadn’t the slightest clue how they found her, but they had. They finally came home. She threw the biggest party she could, and the siblings were fed with good food till they were bursting at the seams. Those first years together were the best, her heart constantly felt warm and full of love. She taught Monk how to cook, a skill they practically begged Gourmand to teach them. Cooked meals were not necessary for survival, like hunting or fighting, so giving Monk this opportunity meant everything to her. They were happy, thriving for the first time in a long while. 

But even then on the happiest days, she noticed something off with Survivor. 

They spoke of the robots that ruled the land. Of the beings that had left long ago, who built this world from the ground up. Of the Void Sea. Gourmand knew about all of it. The ignorant child and his broken sister. The pompous idiots that still linger, stuck in between life and death. How couldn't she? She had to admit, however, that hearing Survivor’s stories inside the same complex she explored years ago was nice, fun even! How different their journeys only a few years apart could be. But their tone, the way they spoke of morals and karma. How the cycle can be broken, once and for all. Gourmand hadn’t the slightest clue what to do. She thought maybe the young scug was just naive, taking the word of a sad robot as truth. In time, they’d learn. In time, they could forget the false lessons they were taught. 

However, Survivor did not want to give themselves time. 

First, it was Monk waking up alone. Then, it was the hunting party, short only one slugcat. Nothing, no rain, no leviathan, could replicate the overwhelming dread she felt. The absolute frenzy she was consumed by. She hadn’t wanted Monk to come with her, but she was too much in a rush to reason with them. 

As they descended they had tried to claw for any reason why Survivor could not be down there. Gone for a hunt, maybe they just needed some time alone? Maybe they got lost, and the both of them were looking in the wrong direction. They were just fine last night! They had sung songs together, even told stories and painted them on the den walls! They reached a shelter at an entrance that led to The Depths. She convinced them to wait inside. If she found nothing, they would sleep and head back up early in the morning to look elsewhere. She had the thought as she left, that she had never seen Monk’s eyes so empty. So devoid of hope. She would say that was the worst she had ever felt in her long life, if it weren't for Monk’s wails that followed her return.

They had left something for her, down there. Their paw print, a pinwheel crossed through it, and their scent unmistakably lingering on the paint plastered across the stone wall of the temple.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[ionomycin]

The wizard and the dark knight

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

im a simple guy! i think about puppy Barnaby. i promptly explode into bloody heart-shaped confetti

[shinotail]

totally haven't been hyperfixed on this game for the past two weeks ahaha

+ some sif portrait redraws under the cut

[rebouks]

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Sidney: What were you thinking? Robin: It wasn’t my fault. Sidney: Debateable. You shouldn’t take them with you if you’re not going to keep an eye on them. Robin: I don’t have a million eyes! Oscar: Ma. Sidney: Well. Oscar: You’re looking at this all wrong, anyway-.. Byrd, what’re we not gonna do in future? Byrd: Uhhhhh-.. handstands on wobbly fences? Courtney: Robin? Robin: Let Byrd climb on shitty fences. Oscar: See? Sidney: [mutters] Give me strength. Wren: What do you need strength for? Sidney: Your father’s unquenchable thirst for chaos. Oscar: You need to relax every now n’ then, you might actually enjoy yourself for once. Sidney: Bah, you sound like Ally. Alton: Hm-.. what? Sidney: Nothing-.. where’s the salad? Oscar: What’s done is done-.. let’s just agree to steer clear of the hospital for a while, okay guys? I’m sick of the place. Robin: Maybe we could get a member’s card. Ava: I want to go! Oscar: Noooo, you don’t. Ava: How do you know what I want?! Sidney: Ask Robin to watch you for a day, you’ll be there in no time. Oscar: Ignore your grandma-.. she’s just an expert at putting the salt in Salton. Alton: I still don’t understand that joke…

[finnprof]

heavy brushes his teeth twice a day and so should you

[justaz]

semi-dark king merlin au, someone from ealdor tells king cenred about merlin and he is captured and held as a slave in essetir. since merlin despises captivity and servitude, he’d rather be dead and free than alive and in chains so he acts out and pisses people (especially the king) off so they’ll think him too much trouble and kill him. at first they stick to beatings until merlin manages to get his chains around a few necks and now has a body count so they kill him…..only he wakes back up a few hours later and king cenred is Intrigued and keeps him close. merlin keeps acting out but no matter how many times they kill him, he won’t stay dead. merlin has this moment after waking up perfectly fine after his twenty seventh death where he is hopeless and believes there to be no escape, not even thru death. a few other sorcerers in chains come and help him clean up and give him a lil peptalk, realizing him to be emrys, and then they revolt and take over the kingdom and crown merlin as king and now uther is like “wtf” bc his neighboring kingdom who was kinda sorta on his wavelength about sorcery, though uther did not approve of keeping them alive, is now a kingdom ruled by magic. he goes to war with them but with magic running free and fucking emrys on the throne, they don’t make a lot of headway. anyways merthur meet on the battlefield, enemies to lovers, you get it

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Dani x Jason Prompt

(Because i dont see enough of these two together. Also, this is another prompt i found in my fic files that i never did anything with.)

While Danny is in Amity Park protecting the ghost portal, Dani explores the world. Danny might be powerful enough to put down any threat, even Ancients, but she isn't as lucky. Her best defense against Vlad or the GIW is to never be in the same place two days in a row. Not to say she isn't powerful in her own right - she's yet to meet a ghost in her travels that she couldn't utterly crush, and even if she had, she's got the most loyal dog in both this world and the next to have her six.

Dani has discovered a great deal of beauty throughout the world in her few short years of life, but also unfathomable evil and undescribable corruption. She does what she can in every place she passes through, her ghost powers the ultimate cheat code for investigation and subterfuge, bringing to light the things that once hid in the dark.

But while scoping out yet another child trafficking ring, she crosses paths with a spirit of vengeance. At least, that's the only explanation she can come up with for how he's able to turn his shock and horror into pure rage at the flip of a dime.

Until she realizes that he's a baby halfa. If he doesn't learn how to mediate his emotions, he's going to burn out one of his halves.

Maybe she can help him stabilize into a proper spirit of justice and keep him from following the path that Vlad went down - oh shit, he doesn't even know that he's undead. Well, this is going to be a project and a half. But Dani is nothing if not resourceful - she's more than willing to put in the work if it means making an ally of the fourth known halfa.

Featuring:

Dani and jason are about the same age (16-17ish)

They run into each other during jason's LoA-sponsored world tour, investigating the same trafficking ring

Cujo is there too

Dani totally helps with the crime lord grand plan, but also wrestles jason down from the more messed up family drama stuff he did, like attacking tim, and knocks some sense into him and finds a better solution for dealing with the joker

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[mushtoons]

yeah i love them

[feelo-fick]

I WANT ENDLESS BLISS!!!

HALF-AWAKE, HALF-DEAD, HALF-LIFE CRISIS

ALL NATURAL POMEGRANATE PULP.

FERMENTED TO PERFECTION, SAVOUR YOUR SAVIOR.

Q: What's your favourite food? A: THE ALE THEY SERVE AT THE TAVERN!

other versions : )

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Folks, I come with important news from a dndads patreon monthly discord chat.

Anthony thinks Terry would crochet.

This has been a public service announcement, thank you.

[b4kuch1n]

myth of the bare palm

text:

Our kind used to be hulking things of feathers and claws,

more gods than animals, roaming the snowed planes endless,

until we found each others

and in jubilant relief reached out

claws retracting,

feathers shedding,

so the moment of contact branded heat against bare skin.

[coolnonsenseworld]

(this is part of the calendar 2024 lore, now on pre-order, to know more check out prev posts)

April was Keith's idea of relaxation. He enjoyed parks, the feng shui of them, nature's ability to thrive despite and against anything happening - the silence of it. Watching Keith wind down and relax when he is a strung wire most of the time, would definitely make Lance feel all lovey-dovey and clingy (as he tends to get) and when he’d worry he is disturbing, Keith would comment this is exactly how it should be - the constant yin to his yang, and the yang when he feels yin.

Also - both shirt and hoodie are Keith's (he has way too many hoodies with quotes). Lance took the hoodie for Keith, but Keith insisted he won’t get cold, so he wore it himself. On the way home Lance funds Keith the biggest sushi serving he could find on the menu, and, believe me, nothing lights up Keith's eyes like a table full of rice and algae. Lance just watches with a soft smile. (Keith does end up getting cold)

[jerrythebug]

This is how my first try at drawing Booster and Beetle went. I was redrawing comic panels and such, it was great fun!