#thank you long flights

[alwayshappyhoursomewhere]

Worlds 2023 | Day 6 practice

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Get Souped!

[evilpol]

BLOODBORNE?? ON MY FLIGHT RISING??

[fr-eybugg]

some free adopt examples I finished! my first ever adopt shop will be opening in the very near future and I'm excited!!

[callie-dragons]

this is a sign to make a MLP character out of your favourite dragon

[dumplingsjinson]

Chaotic Roommate Prompts mayhaps?

List of chaotic roommate prompts

Character A hearing a knock on their window. Considering how they live on the second floor, they don’t think much of it — might be a tree branch scraping past with how windy it is tonight. Then they hear it again — the distinct thumping against their window pane. Raising a brow, they pull their curtain aside and see Character B grinning at them through the glass, dangling on a thick tree branch. “What the fuck?!” they yelp, quickly opening the window and being met with a cold draft. “What are you doing, [name]? Are you fucking insane?!” They quickly help Character B clamber through their window. “Sorry,” Character B says once they’re safe and sound on Character A’s bedroom floor. “I forgot my keys, and since you usually ignore anyone knocking at the front door, I figured this was my best bet. Which it was, so no harm done!” 

“Why are you naked.” “Because the air-conditioning’s not working.” “Okay, but you really don’t need to chill out in your birthday suit on the couch of all places. This is a shared space!” “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” “That’s not the point.”

Character B loudly sobbing over their ex for the eighth night in a row (at least that’s what Character A thinks) and so, being the nosy person they are, they decide to check up on them, only to find out they’ve been sobbing over a 100k worded fanfiction they found on AO3. “Are you fucking serious?” Character A grumbles, while Character B wipes under their eyes with their suspiciously snotty tissue. “It’s not my fault this fic is so well-written!” 

“I’m going to need you to stop coming back drunk at two in the morning, spouting the dumbest conspiracy theories known to mankind because I’m losing a lot of brain cells because of you.”

Character B, when drunk, would end up curled up on the middle of Character A’s bed. Character A has learned the lesson of trying to wake them up during those moments, so whenever this happens, they leave them be and resort to sleeping on the couch.

Character B trying to take care of Character A when they fall sick but instead, make a mess of the kitchen. “…It’s the effort that counts,” Character A says monotonously as they survey the degree of damage done to the kitchen the next day. 

Character B sitting on Character A’s lap when there’re seats and couches throughout the house for them to plop their asses on.

(If they’re close enough) Character B making moaning sounds in the background if they happen to be in the same room as Character A and Character A’s on the phone with their parents. 

“That’s not how you change a lightbulb!” “Well, I’m no lightbulb technician!” “I already told you I know how to change a fucking lightbulb yet you took it to tasking yourself with this!”

Character B sneaking a speaker into Character A’s room and blasting their music to scare the fuck out of Character A and, also, to wake them up. 

“Stop stealing my takeaway, you dipshit!” 

“Okay, you’re not going into the kitchen ever again! You’re not allowed near any sort of stove from now on!” “But—” “No buts, I don’t want this place to be burned to crisps! I want my deposit back, for God's sake!”

“Can you stop telling my parents that we’re dating?” “I’m only sparing you from them asking why you’re still so pathetically single.”

“I know you’ve been stealing my hoodies from my closet.”

“Can you lock the door the next time you take a shower?” “Maybe you should learn how to knock, how about that? Plus, no one gets to see this plump ass very often so you should count yourself lucky.”

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

oooh if you would like, maybe you could do my tundra Moraine!

Her ID is 26930335! She is fat, has horns that curve downward, extra fluffy ears, and her hat pushes her mane down! Feel free to take any liberties with her outfit too, she likes cozy sweaters and stuff (we don't have nearly enough sweaters on flight rising tbh)

thank you!

shes so cute i had fun drawing her!! you said cozy sweaters and no sweater is cozier than a turtleneck hehe

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[ringleaderising]

Can you tell me about the Constantine tab in your lair? I'm assuming Pete is not quite a normal dragon, what about the others? - frgreenmoon

You're completely correct in your assumption that Pete is not a... normal dragon. If we're being wholly accurate, Pete's not been a living thing for quite some time.

And his fellows in the Ever Constantine Mall are not friends, so much as... his most notable cast of victims.

TW: Horror themes, dragon death, 'zombies'/living doll themes.

I Got No Strings...

"...Frontman of metal band 'Half Dagger' found dead in the Ever Constantine Mall mere weeks before its planned grand opening- Ice Flight's authorities are working alongside Lightning's developmental crews to determine if this event is foul play...."

Hungry, resurrected- A new comment, I'm speaking tongues and infected, Atomic. My throat corroded, dissected, I've cut it. Petyr Shacklefrost "Pete" [He/It] [Pre-Reanimation]

Petyr Shacklefrost Better known by simply "Pete" was at one point a promising musician, the lead vocalist of the band Half Dagger and a well known punk in Plague's music scene, Pete spent much of his early life clawing his way from niche obscurity in Plague's music circles to something resembling mainstream success. and at one point, he simply... gave up.

With a loss of will but lingering, cutthroat ambition, he turned to rumor and ghost stories- an interest in the occult had been commonplace within his crew, after all, and among the stories shared over cold, cheap brews in taverns after shows- the tale of a Plague local from some time ago made something of a Goddess- a battle poet, a bard- a Mirror with her bones twisted and reshaped for an escape that still proved entirely futile- who in death offered her blessings to musicians she deemed worthy. But laziness and ambition in tandem do not a smart man make- and a plea to the wrong goddess would seal his fate.

Pete would be given what he sought- his trade made in blood on the grounds between Shadow and Plague where thick purple earth gave way to crawling sinew, he would be given a pendant- and a set of rules by the voice of what he surely thought was the lady of music- a string was a string, after all, Right?

It is unclear what rule Pete broke, or if he simply grew to bore the mistress he accidentally swore himself to- Sixteen cycles after he found the fame he so desperately clamored for- he would be found broken and lifeless in the construction zone of the Ever Constantine Mall.

His death would not be the respite he sought.

WE ARE VOLT-SPIRE ! ! !

Is this what you wanted? A clearer state of mind? Better bite the bullet~! Press down on bruises like wine heals better with time! From Left to Right: Heartb-b-beat (She/Her), RebelRebel [He/they], Ripley [They/She], Arcade [He/Him])

Time moves forward, and despite its rocky start, the Ever Constantine Mall quickly recovers from the troubling events of its grand opening- capitalism keeps Lightning flight at the forefront of invention and innovation, after all! Neon-soaked and a popular hangout with young locals, It's no surprise that it would draw in young creatives, over time- and our plucky young heroes for this story are the teenaged members of 'VOLT-SPIRE!' a pop punk outfit made up of drummer Ripley, lead guitar and backing vocalist Arcade, bassist and lead vocalist HeartBeat, and 'generally here because he's the only one who knows how to do sound tech and how to play the keys' RebelRebel, VOLT-SPIRE! is a project of plucky hope and lofty ambition, naivety turned into wild upward momentum, this little group of friends are the eponymous mall rats- though these days, its unclear if they still go because they like being at the Ever Constantine, or if they're simply guilty about the fate of their former rhythm guitarist, and co-founder of the band, Ducky.

The VOLT-SPIRE! kids are little more than a group of kids trying to enjoy the fleeting remainder of their childhood before they're expected to spread their wings and find a place of their own- friendships strained by strange happenings at their favorite hangout in the twilight hours of their time together, they cling to the good memories desperately.

Unbeknownst to the four of them, though, the Ever Constantine now exists contained in a time-loop, cycling back on itself to allow for the pursuit and containment of INTRUDER- a member of The Host who was created in the initial cataclysm- but the mangled reflection that caused the disappearance of their friend Ducky is not the only thing that lurks among the neon lit halls.

Now: Survive.

Aren't you lucky you're a bleeder?- Do what you need to stay alive. Bast Whipwire [He/Him], Pete [Post reanimation]

A deal made to the Puppeteer is one that the living never hope to escape- Pete had hoped death might be the freedom he sought, cut free of her strings, no longer bound to the will of something he never hoped to understand- no longer a puppet tied to her twisted rules- a new one each day to keep his newfound fame- her mocking laughter each time he nearly broke one.

He is now little more than an echo of what once was. The shambling, wire-bound remains of a once wild-eyed, passionate performer, the "Pete" of today is little more than a hollow doll guided by hunger. it crawls within him, leaves him desperate and moving surprisingly quickly through darkened hallways cast only in pale neons with jerky, unearthly movements as if guided by marionette strings affixed to each point of his body. He does not speak, the once-confident and capable way he carried conversation swallowed up with wild, hyena-like laughter and spilling, streaking puddles of black gore from his maw and injuries in his battle jacket clad pelt, hot like a flame and evaporating as they drip- smoky hands forming to pull invisible strings around his body.

And in the pursuit of the INTRUDER- Agent Bast finds himself the caregiver of the teens now trapped after hours in their practice space, the very music store where Shacklefrost made his final gamble- and lost. Pete is not a symptom of what Bast seeks, nor is it an entity he can cure, but he is a stopping block, and the more prevalent danger to the innocents within the cycle.

And thus, the INTRUDER will have to wait.

@frgreenmoon (bc you sent this on anon like, literal months ago lol)

[soaps-mohawk]

Can’t wait for the update tomorrow, because I’ll be on my merry way to England (not merry, 12hr flight 💔💔) but I’ll have crcb to entertain me, might reread it on the flight 😋

Hopefully a handsome bloke will approach me in a pub 😍😍 (it all nice and dandy but realistically I’ll be shitting my self and will be heading towards the bartender)

Also tomorrow is the announcement of call of duty black ops 6, which I’m so excited about, so many things happening tomorrow!!!

Busy day tomorrow!!

Everyone traveling right now is making me so jealous 😭 I haven't been on vacation in like...🤔 twelve years?? Pretty dang close to that. I did travel for a wedding back in 2020, but that was not very relaxing.

I wish you luck on your quest to meet a handsome Englishman 🫡

[jeonghoneyss]

oooh hello 👀 abyssal plain and long flights for the wip game, please ♡

hello ♡ thanks for the ask

abyssal plain is the sequel to midnight zone! i've never written a sequel before, so this is exciting. i don't know if you remember, but in your comment on midnight zone, you said that you hope junhao get a break, and i said that they do get a break, somewhere very nice and dry and far inland. this fic is that story! it follows minghao's pov rather than junhui's, and covers their little trip together and minghao's tumultuous thoughts about junhui. there isn't much of it yet - like midnight zone, it requires a very specific state of mind to write, and i haven't been in that state much yet.

oh that was an absolute wall of text. on to the snippet:

‘Do you know what a brine lake is?’ Minghao asks. Junhui looks up at him. The leaves’ shadows pour over his face in a glorious blur of gold and grey, and his eyes are such a drowning haze of seawater, and Minghao has to dredge his mind out of the depths of the hadalpelagic zone in order to pay attention to Junhui’s answer. ‘No,’ Junhui says, ‘I’ve never heard of a brine lake. Sounds like it would be good for pickles.’ It makes Minghao smile, and the writhing mass of jellyfish tentacles at his heart thrills at knowing that Junhui had meant it that way, too. ‘You’re not wrong,’ he tells Junhui, and lets his legs fold him to the ground next to Junhui. ‘A brine lake is what’s left over of an ancient sea. They’re salty lakes on the seabed, and they’re so salty that anything that falls into them is pickled alive.’ Minghao hasn’t seen these things with his own eyes, of course. He’s never stood on the shore of a brine lake, or in the ribs of a whale fall. But all these things have made a home in him nonetheless, and he shares some of it with Junhui, and Junhui takes it with a charming seriousness. He’s seen the seawater running in Minghao’s veins, after all; even if he doesn’t say anything, he’s got to have an idea.

long flights follows cadet pilot jeongin, who enters the crew of chan's starship to complete his last year of spaceflight training. he's going to learn to talk to space, and to traverse it, and he's also going to grow up - i suppose this is a coming-of-age story? jeongin's got a lot of mommy issues, and minho (ship's cook but in space) realises, and sets out to help him work through them in the most annoying way possible.

Jeongin rolls his eyes. ‘Thanks, mom.’ Minho’s ears are delightfully red as Jeongin passes him, and before he knows it he’s resting a hand against the side of Minho’s head. His ear is just as warm as it looks. ‘Careful,’ Minho says. The red is leaking into his face, too, and his eyes are so sparkly this close up. ‘I bite.’ ‘Please,’ Jeongin says, without really thinking about it. And then Minho does, gnashing his teeth right up against Jeongin’s throat.

...

‘I’ll take you for ice cream after, if you’re good,’ Minho says. His smirk is positively dripping off his face. He’s so annoying that Jeongin wants to lick it off, just to teach him a lesson.

[triglycercule]

another doodle :3 mtt clothing swap!

DUST STOP SERVING WITH HORROR AND TAKE YOUR DEAD ASS BROTHERS SCARF OFF KILLER HES ABOUT TO HAVE A MOVIE REALISTIC PANIC ATTACK

[fvcking-panda]

Me reading the whole Flight of Icarus tag just to find some person mentioning the only fucking piece of information i will take as canon be like:

I JUST WANT TO KNOW FREAK REAL NAME DAMMIT

[waitineedaname]

if you had to crossover two of your fandoms in a character meets character situation, which combo would be the best (most interesting) and which would be the worst (most boring/does nothing to you)?

also good luck with the flights, dont forget to rotate your ankles during it to keep the blood flowing and cramps away

I think a lot of combos with mp100 and fma would be so good. mob and al would be best friends, I know this <3 very powerful boys with very gentle hearts. they should go to a cat cafe together. tome and mei would cause so much trouble together, I think they should be friends too. I think reigen would take one look at the whole child soldier situation going on with the elrics and decide he needs to Take Action

the least interesting options would actually be getting my faves to meet lol I like to joke that dimple and greed are the same guy, but tbh I don't think a potential meeting between them would be very interesting. I think they would distrust each other implicitly lol and I don't think ling and ritsu would be very interesting together either. ling would find ritsu boring, and ritsu would find ling annoying

[cherry-bomb-ships]

I had stupid early flights today but two of them landed before 12pm noon so I got to work my Truman Show reference into my announcements in honor of my man Jim Carrey's b day 😎😎

[harmonybarmy]

shauna being like jackie I really need you right now and then sobbing hysterically is literally me every week watching this friggin show.