#sorry for not posting them sooner

[unfunnywastaken]

so its been a bit errmmm. anyways art !!

[thresholdbb]

Heard you liked Threshold...

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[geddy-leesbian]

just going to be bitchy on main one last time before making myself go to bed

For real idk why the fuck I'm still bothering with my high effort location/details screenshot compilation posts when I can just make lower effort posts that get SIGNIFICANTLY more notes. Like why the fuck should I even bother to spend at least a couple hours curating screenshots for part 2 of Luis's lab details which will get a maximum of 50 notes when I could just spend like 20 minutes making a few gifs like this and get HUNDREDS of notes

[weirdbroski]

I have decided after like 4 months of having him I wanted to introduce him to the cc fandom outside of discord // artfight

This is Wraith!! He's my cryptid Crush Oc. (MORE INFO BELOW VV)

He's a poltergeist (which is a type of ghost, basically instead of possessing a object like Mike or being attached to a building // life-source. They possess their own corpse. Therefore being able to keep themselves stable rather then being attached to a object to remain stable.

He died by a for-seen group of monster hunters (not in Longhope, but in a small town in Nevada) And fled to Longhope after being on the run from this group for a time-period. Overall he doesn't really dwell on it, and is a lot more tired and less egotistical and erratic as Mike. Tending to be more off yet down-to-earth, he avoids the graveyard like a plague and has.. 0 other ghost interaction.

He is pretty much referenced as the "Lake Ghost" around Longhope, and essentially parks his truck (home) at the lake. He also has a Ghost-like dog, called Darlin.

silly dog above ^^

In terms of form's he has 3, the main difference between Poltergeists and Ghosts are how their energy manifestation is different. For example, they cannot consume traits like a ghoul, and more ghost-like forms consume more energy, which is why Wraith prefers his... semi-human looking appearance.

He also has a blob form when he, over-does himself in the ghost-like form. VVV

ANYWAYSSS

HERE HE IS. HE IS SILLY. I hope the tumblr folks from and also not from the CC server enjoy the man.

[nabnab-official]

banban 7 teasers + banban 3 anniversary uploaded to YT community tab this week

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Challenging Destiny, chapter 25

Still recovering from injuries caused by Area 49-B, Jim is on firm bedrest. And has a visitor, in the form of Claire.

With the date set for tackling Gunmar ever closer, Claire gets her parents in the know and Strickler updates Area 49-B of their plans to reveal magic to the world.

[purpurussy]

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[imaginaryfriendcomic]

well i guess it hasn't been long since i updated- oh cool, undertale month

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IT'S SEPTEMBER ALREADY?!

[cornerstoreclown]

I want Art to destroy everyone who's hurt me

Anon you gave me inspiration.

A short ficlet with gender neutral reader venting to Art about people who have treated them badly. And Art... Well, he’s more than happy to oblige the readers request. No warnings listed. Lightly proofread, forgive any errors. 

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Not everyone out there in the world has good intentions, you’ve learned through experience and trauma. 

Art is one of those people who have zero good intentions, but you’ve been blessed that he’s on your side. You’ve told him plenty of times about the people in your life that made it miserable, and he wasn’t one of them. You’ve vented to him before about it, and he’s listened diligently while sharpening his weapons, giving nods of acknowledgement in the past as he takes his time working on the new set of instruments to cause misery and pain among his upcoming and unwitting victims. He knew their names. He knew where you encountered them often if they were faces you would see regularly. For those you were most unfamiliar with and were merely hurtful in passing, he took note of where it last happened. His memory is as sharp as any blade. He’s a predator first and foremost. 

Art’s been the only one who has looked out for you in the way that no one else has. He’s your protector. Your guardian. He’s farthest from an angel, but to you, he might as well have been.  You don’t know why, but you don’t question it. 

You remember the night that you busted into his lair in the middle of the night, crying your eyes out until they were red and trails of snot were running down your face. You looked hideous as grief rippled throughout your body. When you pressed your head into his chest and sobbed, he let you. He stood there firm, a pillar of strength. You’re strong, but even the strongest have the days that they need to break down. Art’s embrace is warm as he runs his hand through your hair and rubs the space on your back between your shoulder blades. 

He smelled like iron tonight. Like blood, but no sight of crimson on him tonight to be found. 

Your sobs were ugly and raw, shaking your frame as you let all the anguish leave your frail mortal form. You know you’re getting snot and tears on his clown outfit, but mucus in particular didn’t bother him at all. That was probably one of the least disgusting things he usually comes in contact with. 

“I just want them to go away.” You told him, after explaining what happened through hiccups. “I want them to hurt like how they hurt me.” 

Whoever hurt you, whether it be family, friends, coworkers, teachers–none of them would stand a chance. Not anymore. After crying and crying and crying until you couldn’t squeeze anymore tears out of your eyes, you let fatigue be the calm that washed over you as you stood there in silence, in Art’s arms, speaking to him initially muffled as you kept yourself against his chest, until you pulled away just enough to look at him. 

His gaze was locked onto you, and it’s like he’s piercing through your soul in a way that his knives never could. You saw it, and it was subtle. A glint in his eye. One that you knew too well of what it meant, like an unspoken way of acknowledgement.

He’d take care of it for you. 

Anything for you. 

Anything to indulge in his insidious nature, while he was at it. 

For now, he was focused on you, letting you get out all your feelings until he’s able to break the ice with some humor, whether it be through making faces or squishing your own face and then lifting the corner of your lips up until it’s a smile. You finally relented and let happiness in, having laughed and sniffled your last few sad sniffles.

He’d send you off after he lifted your spirits up just enough to where you could get back home and tuck yourself in bed for the night and fall asleep with a somewhat clear mind. 

Your mind would be significantly clearer than last night when you turned on the news in the morning and saw the face of someone you recognized–someone you knew at least well enough to associate with unpleasant feelings. 

He had a list, and he was plucking them off one by one. 

All for you.

[ambalambs]

End of Endwalker pics u3u/ @shu-shus

[uss-feynman]

some miscellaneous t’oumii drawings to try and get characterization down ✨

[ultra-swag]

Oh right I never posted the headcanons I talked about. I think. So like uh. I'm gonna write them all from memory because i wrote them on my tablet late at night. I think one of them was me thinking about if Alex working at Grimssos before was canon and I think I said that he would most definitely sleep through half of it which is explained by another headcanon of him waking up in the dead of night to research random things. Like he could just jolt awake and immediately start looking for facts about some random bug he heard the name of a year ago or something. Then another was that before getting dragged into the foundation, he had green dyed bangs(if you can call them that), and like over time, while working at the foundation, he started to bleach them out because the dye reminded him of when he wasn't exactly a fan of his life style. I think Mortimer would've gone missing around when half of the green dyed bangs were gone, so like if Alex and Veldigun Mortimer were to get in touch again I think Mortimer would be confused on where the dyed bangs went. Then another is that he really likes sharks.(I am projecting with this one i have like 3 shark plushies and more shark themed stuff)

[cerealbishh]

"Working with Tamara was heart-work. Every decision we made on set was to ensure our Hawk family was filled with love despite the hardships of our characters." - Morningstar Angeline

[roberrtphilip]

yk what makes robselle’s dynamic so great is that they both think the other is the weird one in the relationship

like we see robert’s reactions in the movie, so we know what he thinks is weird

but for giselle, robert is just as odd, just the strangest man she’s ever met cause “what do you mean you don’t sing or dance?? you can’t talk to animals??? you don’t ride horses or know how to wield a sword??? and why are your suits so dark and boring, suits aren’t supposed to look like that???? you’re soooooo weird PLEASE kiss me”

[sweet-milky-tea705]

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