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You said to drop an ask with art ideas - the one that came into my head was the cliffhanger of Day of the Master part 1 with Liv and the War Master (I'm not saying exactly what the cliffhanger is on the very-small off-chance you haven't listened to it I don't wanna spoil)
Why yes I am a massive fan of Liv Chenka specifically
Bold of you to assume I have not listened to each and every Liv audio haha! But thank you for being considerate and thank you for your suggestion!
Wouldn't call it a full blown artwork but had a go and it was fun!! <3
#thank you so much for the suggestion <3#doctor who#liv chenka#eighth doctor#big finish#nicola walker#ravenous#day of the master#regeneration#photoshop#sketch#i think im getting better at line art so that was nice to practice
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Francisco 'Catfish' Morales _____________ Quick Frankie sketch for @prolix-yuy! _____________ more of my artworks: (x) you can support me on Ko-fi! (x)
#francisco catfish morales#triple frontier#frankie morales#Frankie fanart#Triple Frontier fanart#thank you so much for the suggestion <3#drawing a new Pedro boy has been super fun#my so called art#lmao was supposed to commit a write but ended up commiting a sketch
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if you ever feel like revisiting the heartbreaker au, you should totally do a bonus chapter on how nore handles james going to rehab (either in 01 or 19) as well as the reconciliation between dave and metallica later on!
omg anon I'm totally gonna write this later!! I've also always played with the idea of writing on the "Some Kind of Monster" documentary and how it'd go down in this universe
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the u.s.s. horrible unending nightmare 💥 (once again from the incredible @hehearse)
#wolf 359#w359#doug eiffel#hera wolf 359#hera w359#art#id in alt text#i've been holding onto this one for a little while. for no particular reason i just wanted to.#but here it is#thank you so so much!!#incredible eye for detail as always and i'm obsessed with how you draw people. and also. everything#this is such a good eiffel. the circle kind of suggesting a helmet worked out so well. the way you did the star!! the glitch effects!!#the use of an actual sound clip and the heart monitor through it and all of it through his chest. genius to me.#and this ended up leaning more in the direction of eiffel's general repeated misfortune but i also really love the element of#eiffel and hera both being prisoners treated as test subjects. i like how it can read as much like him being pulled away as falling.#and with the soundwave and communication as a bridge and that specific clip from mayday and hera being the voice in his head that saves him#etc. etc. i love it thank you so much again!! <3
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mo dao zu shi tarot
wheel of fortune: good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point
the tower | jiang cheng
death | wei wuxian
#another card let's gooooo#thank you all so much for the positive feedback i've gotten on the previous two cards!!!!#it means the world to me and seeing so many people like my art really made me excited to continue#this is turning out to be such a fun project to do <3#again let me know if there is a character / major arcana card you'd want to see me do#and feel free to text me any suggestions and ideas on cards and characters cause i love reading them!!!!#mdzs#tarot#jin guangyao#also shoutout to my boyfriend who helped me figure out how to depict the wheel of fortune card#meng yao#mxtx#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mo dao zu shi#fanart#wheel of fortune#mdzs jgy#rosi draws#cw blade#cw impalement
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whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!
this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!
warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her.
So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak.
You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work
you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then
nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place.
On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after
it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him.
but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening.
its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail.
Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn
its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench.
there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency.
when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-
all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river
Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay
“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.”
he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself.
but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything
its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found.
Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there.
Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames.
“We’re gonna find her, but not there.”
So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did.
He became a smuggler because of it.
Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way.
But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course.
The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him.
But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles
“You think she would have wanted this for you?”
the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence.
“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.”
All he can do is nod.
It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit.
It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live.
Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago.
its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo”
when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them.
Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands.
He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face.
Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity.
“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?”
Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be.
But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.
“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.”
Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again.
“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.”
He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples.
“One.”
The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun.
“Two”
Wait. No, they both do.
“Three.”
Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins.
“Four.”
Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet.
Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?”
Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless.
Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.
When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same.
She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head.
“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”
He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun.
“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?”
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you#because. angst :D#people say nice things#this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much!#i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol#joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID#id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before-#-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe#but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead#meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own#which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector#he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you#he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again#this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH#because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife#anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah .#reunion tag#ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!
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sooo I realized i had wayyyy too many sketches to put into one place so I decided to compile them all into one spot for convenience!
Link to the full bundle on itch!
#tales of the abyss#tales of#tales of series#tales of zine#zine#sketch zine#luke fon fabre#peachie5000art#this was. SO much work. but i had a blast every second#thank you <3#also it is free!! there is an automatic prompt if you would like to donate anything but it is only a suggestion!
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you know what this is about. so, without further ado: i'll let u pick between
Jocasta + tikken (tooka kitten)
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Rael + shrimp cocktail
RAEL + SHRIMP COCKTAIL IT IS
Furthering my beloved "Dooku wouldn't know SHIT about fancy rich people stuff in his Jedi era" agenda. I got the idea for this because I literally watched a friend do the thing at the end.
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“Finally.” The two Jedi crash into the backseat of the airtaxi, tangling as a pair of very long legs and two shorter, albeit slightly more intoxicated ones try to find room in the tight space. The droid driver acknowledges their Temple destination coordinates, and, with a lurch and swoop, they join the Coruscanti traffic and leave the heat and noise of the event behind them.
“What an utter, unconscionable disaster,” Dooku, usually the architect of such disasters on missions, announces before Rael can even put his standard distracting-him protocols in place. “A complete farce.”
“Aw, Master, it wasn’t so bad…”
Rael’s both lying and stalling, of course, trying to figure out which point of failure Dooku is even so upset about. If it’s related to Rael’s own misbehavior, or some social misstep of Dooku’s, or both.
“Really?” Dooku’s voice rises incredulously. He’s going wide: his internal targets expanding beyond the particulars into the concept itself, his exhaustion warring with his need to deliver a scathing monologue about the very existence of such fancy political events. “An egregious waste of taxpayer resources with no purpose but pageantry, overindulgence in liquor and ego in equal measures. And both tedious and invasive! For a Jedi of my position? The delegation from Mandriss clearly felt they were entitled to my entire life story.”
“Hmm.”
“And,” Dooku’s tone is aghast now, detailing the worst of the worst, “why do they even have that fork?”
Rael’s been doing the dutifully-listening Padawan bit, since it seems Dooku is just upset in general, not mad at him specifically, but the fork thing makes him snort. Too bad he wasn’t there to see whatever Dooku did with the fork.
“And you?” Dooku rounds on him. “Where were you? You left me trapped with that governor!”
Whoops. Distraction protocol. “I thought the whole thing was that you needed to talk to the governor. Fact-finding stuff. I was giving you space to work your magic!”
“Talk to him? Yes. I needed a single piece of information from him. But our good governor would simply not…” shut up is the sentiment that flashes like heat lightning behind Dooku’s clouded presence, but of course, his dear Master would never say such a thing, so he simply groans into his hands and continues his internal combustion.
It’s a little funny, or would be, if Rael didn’t actually feel bad for Dooku. Tall and elegant with a holostar’s velvet voice and a legitimate family connection to royal governance on Serenno, his Master makes an obvious choice to represent the Order at the occasional high-end political function. Except Rael knows Dooku’s heart is made for the battlefield, not the banquet hall. He actually loves that about him.
“I feel wretched,” Dooku admits, massaging his temples. His righteous outrage seems to be collapsing into ennui.
Odd. When they first started together as Master and Padawan, Rael thought Dooku was a complete stoic: an unfeeling mountain. Once you got to know him though, it was actually amazing how much bitching the man was capable of. Maybe it was that Dooku treated Rael differently now than he had when he was a little kid. There weren’t actually so many years between eighteen and twenty-nine.
“Yeah, yeah, you feel bad ‘cause you didn’t eat hardly anything.” Rael doesn’t have to guess: Dooku has that exact flavor of cranky that has the aftertaste of emptiness and unacknowledged need that always just made everything worse.
Dooku glowers at him.
Rael slings an arm around his shoulders, affection –or possibly the several atomic sting shots he’d taken with the bridesmaids - bubbling up in his chest. Hell, he loves this old man.
“Here,” Consoling now, Rael fishes into his robe pocket. “Want some shrimp?”
“Shrimp?”
He holds out the upsettingly pink offering for Dooku. Five nice, plump cocktail shrimp. Only a little warm from his body heat. Better that way, really.
Dooku is quiet.
“Got the cocktail sauce in the other pocket.”
Rael can’t decide if it is awe or horror dawning in his Master’s eyes. Hell, maybe it’s both.
“They weren’t… even serving shrimp?” That deep, polished voice of Dooku’s is oddly faint.
Yeah. Maybe not at the event Dooku was at. Now, at the wedding party taking place on the event space’s lower level, on the other hand… Rael fixes on his widest, most appealing grin.
A Master may keep a few private secrets, Dooku is sometimes fond of saying, usually about something totally obvious to Rael, like the source of the occasional mark on his collarbone, the one that's always the exact same size and shape as Sifo-Dyas’s mouth.
Well, Rael figures, a Padawan can keep some too.
Dooku glances between his open palm and his smile, calculations happening behind his eyes.
It doesn’t matter. Rael already knows he’s going to eat the shrimp.
#writing low stakes snippets to shake up my creative block over the next few days#so send me a character + prompt if you want one!#might post 'em all in a series on AO3 if I keep my steam up or not#thank you Boli for the great suggestion this was actually super fun <3 <3#I intended these to be much shorter but this one really got me
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ok I'll just send you more ideas for cabin pressure x poirot crossovers as I relisten to eps
Hastings: Poirot's put me in charge of the faxes.
Miss Lemon: Are you sure, Mr Poirot? Because some people do still have fax machines.
Poirot: Yes, yes some people do. We don't though. (not sure yet what scene this would go well with)
Never enough of Cabin Pressure x POiROT!!
#thank you for the ask#wasn’t easy to find the perfect caps but The Clapham Cook episode DELIVERED#cabin pressure#cabin Poirot#cabin pressure x Poirot#ask#lovely people ask me questions#and suggest great edits ❤️#hope you enjoy<3#Poirot#agatha christie’s poirot#hercule Poirot#arthur hastings#and Arthur shappey would have so much to talk about#like CRAZY GOLF#OMG that’s another idea to edit#captain hastings#my edit#thekenobeeedit#memes#miss lemon#David suchet#Hugh Fraser#Pauline Moran#british detectives#perioddramasource#tv
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So this might seem like a weird question, and this IS going anonymously because of it BUT
How many characters in New Age would be able to describe the taste of human flesh.
I feel like with the provided backstory, Killer could be a candidate for it, and I wouldn't be surprised if Nim had some sort of whim at some point even though I'm pretty sure you said they were vegetarian but I could have hallucinated that or smth
You can very much ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with it, btw. I just find this interesting
Hi anon, this ask is unhinged abd I love it SO dearly, please feel free to send more if you get the urge 💖 this is actually something exciting I hadn't even thought about! So... let's see who all I can list off for this idea...
-> Killer. Like u said Anon, I think he IS the most likely candidate! I don't think that it's a meal he'd have eaten often, nor would he openly joke about it, but I think that somewhere like the Temple where he was raised, or on the streets after he left Chara (the Black Market wasn't picky-) would be where it happened.
-> Nim. Oh. Yeah. She would've, I'm sure. (Also tbf I have no idea if I said that or not, my memory is SO bad, I'd probably have to check w/ Ancha lol- but for this let's imagine she's not.) I don't think anyone would be able to convince her if she knew what it was up-front (she thinks humans are lesser, but kinda in the way ppl don't usually think of brown bears as a food source?) But she's definitely had it before. 'Exotic cuts' that she never bothered to fact check lmao. Fancy and expensive, so she bought them!
-> Dust. Now, this one is a little weird, but I have good reason! Dust has a reputation to uphold when he's a crime lord, and has to get along with leaders of other crime branches to keep his power AND keep the lines running. One of the other kingdoms (which I'm establishing is basically full of shape-shifters which eat human flesh) was a prime source of income for Dust because they had a LOT of animal meat they weren't harvesting. In meetings, well, sometimes the meal involved the dishes of that kingdom, so human flesh! (He will NOT admit it didn't taste bad.)
-> Fresh. And no, not for the reason he'd normally know lmao. I think that Fresh's connection with the beasts (which I now realize are kinda stand-ins for his furby collection-) leads some of then to bring him gifts! And he lives usually out in the wilderness so a hunt is a hunt, y'know? Monsters are off-limits but like. If the beast brings him *just* the meat? He takes his chances abd hopes it's not People. (Some of it is, and he knows it, he could definitely identify it if given to him 🙏)
-> Reaper. He's not proud of it anymore, but back in the day when he was the general? Bringer of Death? Yeah, he ate a guy once. Used it as a fear tactic against their enemies, which in his defense DID work. But he wouldn't do it again. He would recognize the taste tho!
Soooo..... 5 of the New Age characters would be able to describe the taste of human flesh! (At least for the main cast lol-)
I do have honorary mentions though.
-> Ink: Has bitten people enough to *probably* have an idea of the taste.
-> Geno: Tried to do it "for science" when he was in the academy working on decay magic. (He reversed the decay enough that the flesh was fresh, he was curious!) He was told that if he did they'd suspend him, so he missed his opportunity :(
-> Cross: Can't tell you about the taste of flesh, but human blood used to get into his mouth all the time when he worked in his old kingdom, so he could tell you about that instead!
#new age au#thank you so much for this ask this was genuinely so fun to think about!!!!#tags for more thoughts:#Horror may have been starving but his family are an extremely peaceful community and weren't anywhere close to wanting to resort to violence#characters like Dream + Blue are off the table (Dream probably suggested it once but Blue shut it down lol-) thanks to morals#Nightmare's squeamish and VERY particular about his food and Ccino turns away all suspiscious meat immediately#(and in childhood the twins ate different from their mother)#Error is a lot like Night abd is picky about his food#but he ALSO needs to eat a lot less often than normal monsters so the reason never arose#Ccino... had it rough. but if Human Meat was Nim's delicacy and Ccino barely ate as it was? he was NOT subjected to that horror lmao#i think that covers everyone I didn't mention in the post?#but snth I gotta highlight is that Geno is unhinged and Fresh picked that up from him. Geno is willing to do just about anything to prove#his proficiency in magic or learn smth new#and Fresh has been expected by his beasts to eat random berries and dead birds and junk for years and. he does. so if he has#plausible denianility with the flesh then whatever. not on him. lmao-#Killer isn't proud at all of his eating it because frankly he didn't want to do it. and Dust is the kinda guy to mention it in passing#and then not bring it up again lmao-#then ofc Reaper was a wild teen/young adult. because he aged slower his roaring twenties lasted half a century and eating people was the#more tame side of things. did it very eloquently tho lmao. very mindful. very chill. love him <3#okay I'll stop rambling now! this one was fun!!!!
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hoping there's still room, may I suggest dear ol' Galahad?
There absolutely is! Here you go <3
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Galahad has never been a man who had much of anything.
Few folks do in a world like this– either you’ve got very little, next to nothing, or nothing. And for most of his life, Galahad has been in the last camp. Aside from the shoes on his feet and the coat on his back, he’s never been lucky enough for material possessions, and a home hasn’t worked out for him either. He spends his time drifting between settlements and surviving the spaces between.
But for all that, what he does have is purpose– an iron certainty like the core of a star that there is something he is meant to do with his life, and that eventually, he will find a way to do it.
He shares it as best he can in his travels. Somebody more powerful than him’s watching out for him, and that somebody’s watching out for those he visits, too. Too many people have faces so worn with weariness they look half-dead. But the thing about purpose is that its synonym is hope. Galahad will be damned if there’s none of that, and he’ll be damned if he lets folks forget it.
Water, shelter, clothing– it’s all scarce. People do without.
Hope’s what sustains him.
#hnoc#the mechanisms#the mechs#galahad hnoc#thanks for this suggestion! I have never once thought this much about Galahad before#but. I think I hit on something I needed tbh <3#and I still have four slots for guaranteed ficlets so keep the requests coming!#if you haven’t sent one already I’d love to write yours
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"Do visit someday. (...) I know I'd love to see you!" (From Art Cullagh's letter)💔. Sweet Art is giving me all the feels😭! He so deserves a happy ending💯!
Thank you @savriea for suggesting this cutie as my next Chibi😚. I had to draw him right away. And also thank you for pushing him up on my Blorbo radar😏😏! I dedicate this poor sickly babe to you, my fellow Art lover🙋♀️! Hope you like him☺️!
Let us just imagine he's doing better after the curse is lifted and now he can even play a little song on his old trusty lute for us🥹❤️🩹.
#baldurs gate 3#digital art#baldurs gate fanart#criminally underrated#art cullagh#bg3 art cullagh#he deserves so much better#thank you for the suggestions#fellow art cullagh lovers unite#i always like the tragic ones#fanfiction saves characters' lives
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thank u so so so much for running this blog. there's so little polyam selfship stuff out there and it feels really isolating sometimes but this blog's a reminder that i'm not alone
made this blog because i felt the same way, now i see we're not alone, there's so many of us poly selfshippers!
#ask#not suggestion#i'm adoring all the lovely asks i've been getting recently#thank you so much for all the support you're giving for this blog <3
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Double Date Collab with @delightfuldevin! He did the sketch and I did my best to render it!! I hope we get to do this again soon!!!
#Emile's Arts#OUR Art#Collab#I love my collab tag being OUR art btw makes me so happy <3#Koro-Sensei absolutely failing at a claw game while we enjoy ice cream is super canon and top tier I adore#I played entirely too long with my Neon Brush on this one I kinda slowed down my whole computer kfjgfkdgjkd#If it's not obvious tho the background's just an image I grabbed on google and Blurred here and there#Maybe a bit too much but kfjgkfgj#Sorry#As always I had crazy fun with this I love rendering and shading!!!#Thanks Devin for suggesting we collab again I adore it <3#Next time I won't get you a whole ass comic. I promise. For real this time.
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freaky fungi fact : entomopathogenic fungi !!
entomopathogenic fungi are fungi that can kill or seriously disable insects.
this group of fungi lives in the soil & infects insects by penetrating their bodies to feed on them, & eventually kill them. they are sorted into five divisions (ascomycota, zygomycota, deuteromycota, oomycota & chytridiomycota), each with their own properties.
they have a big impact on insect population dynamics in soil.
there are currently over 800 different entomopathogenic fungi that have been identified.
below the cut are some images of insects that have been infected. CW for animal death + bugs / other critters + just general disturbing imagery.
a beetle parasitised by an unnamed entomopathogenic fungus. [source]
a cicada parasitised by the massospora cicadina fungus. [source]
a spider parasitised by an unnamed entomopathogenic fungus. [source]
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