#the creature needs a name

[shiftythrifting]

My mother happened upon this uniquely spherical cat at a thrift store in Texas and felt compelled to purchase it despite not wanting to keep it herself and at Christmas offered/pled for one of us to take it home. Alas no one would adopt the poor creature so I, being a plushie collector, took it with me. It is currently living in and guarding my car.

[jomadis]

Hollow from Scavengers Reign absolutely enamored me, and I immediately needed one in my home. I love giant animals that are intelligent and can choose to kill you, and I also love frogs/amphibs, so this creature is a dream come true. I would not resist being mind controlled one bit little buddy, I will bring it whatever it wants forever

[zombieslab]

they plague my every thought

[cambacica]

sold as a pair, do not separate

[bigfatbreak]

Hello I love your art!!! I was reading through your changeling au and Felix mentions that fae are creatures of mirth. They literally need attention to survive. But what kind of attention? I guess I'm wondering because Adrien has been in the public eye for a while now, but has been personally neglected for even longer. What does that mean for him? Is he starving? Is he in danger of dying? Does he even know it? (I assume not given he doesn't even know he's Fae).

If he is starving / in danger of starving who is the first to realize this?

it depends on the mirth, on the attention, on what it is they seek. Without making things too complicated - I don't like to define everything into neat little boxes after all, there's fun in nuance - Felix is just explaining from his experience, the Fae he was with tended to be "entertained" by certain aspects of their playing, which was the mirth that kept them relevant. Relevancy more than anything is really what keeps their wheels greased.

In Adrien's case though, the reason he's cloying for so many names and to have so many thralls and attendants is because he SHOULD be a more social creature and has been kept woefully alone. He is kinda starving in the way a fae starves - he's relevant, but only in an image his father constructs OF him, which means it isn't REALLY him - and he has no one to play with. No friends, no lovers, and no rivals, makes a very sad fae

[koszmarnybudyn]

So this song fits them so very well right?

[leafspiritz]

sometimes a family is you, your scary girlfriend, her rat-bird-son, and her terrible mangled hell-hound that comes from the depths of her soul 💜

[hmsdoodlin]

The Soul Beast. Coming to theaters near you.

I’ve never really made an AU before so forgive me, this is based off of Murders from Miracle Musical.

(It was supposed to be really realistic and scary but all I can draw are doodles, hence the tense song vs silly creature lol. Pretend his big and terrifying.)

Right before the 1,000th loop Soul breaks down, he watches as mindscape crumbles around him while Heart and Mind fight. Instead of the loop resetting however, he hits his limit and abstracts into some sort of monstrous beast.

Heart and Mind only realize when it’s far too late, watching on in horror as a confused and scared Soul starts to thrash around and panic like a wild animal. One of them gets hurt trying to calm him down/figure out what’s happening and all hell runs loose. Soul chases the two into the woods, aggravated and not recognizing them.

Eventually they lose him, having to pilot Whole alone. The mindscape begins to deteriorate, Heart and Mind juggling between keeping Whole alive and stable, rebuilding their relationship, and figuring out what happened to their Soul.

They don’t have a lot of time. What’s a man without his soul after all?

Beast Soul doodles, still trying to figure out his design. His head quite literally ‘splits into two’ to form a mouth. No idea where the mane came from, he’s not based off of a lion, it was just the first thing that came to mind and now I can’t get rid of it. Still a work in progress!!! He might look completely different in the future. Im drawing/writing with vibes not planning.

(Design ideas appreciated)

[buqbite]

Halo

[zero-is-nebulous]

Ronarry woah

Uuuuh sorry for being MIA and also gaining a new hyperfixation. Work changes people fr

[rystiel]

personally if my great uncle gave me a personalized handmade hat with my name on it that he clearly put a lot of time into making just for me, i would not abandon him but whatever i’m just built different i guess

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

I hope you know you are So right about Hollow, and you so should keep posting about them

Thank You <333 I'm so obsessed with Hollow, literally THE character of all time. The Hollow posting will not be stopping anytime soon I can assure you XD

Have some little doodles in the meantime!

[mrmeepsmadmind]

STO P . B U L L Y I N G . MY PATHETIC PLATYPUS WIFE.

omg.. CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANGCLA-

sorry.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLA

I LOOOOVEEEEE PATHETIC MECHHHHHHHH

I love this stupid simp....

tfw he is a pitiful suck up and no one likes him bcs hes so fuckinf annoying 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

[phoenixmetaphor]

next >>>

oct 1 - aqua ring

man why does the aqua ring gotta look like… that.

… i am trying something new this october, which is to just.. focus on one au. which isn’t to say every piece will be in the same au, but just that instead of agonizing over prompts, i can just keep developing one idea.

i am also doing a new au. i’m too invested in most of the others to do rushed drawtober pieces for them 🤣

so here we goooooooooooo.

see the tags if you want to know vaguely where this is going. we’ll talk more about it later.

(btw, i am DEFINITELY not doing comics every day all month. i am not doing comics every piece nor am i doing them every day. i mean… let’s be real, it’s me, we’re doing good if you get like…. 4 pieces out of me in october.)

[aldisobey]

Somehow I missed the fact that your Rook is named Worne Thorne. What a fuckin NAME. What a son you have made for yourself. Amazing fic btw, I read it on my break and cackled. 😗

Your word inspires. Words inspire. Your voice in stories and meta got me writing again. It got me sharing for the very first time. You inspire again. Now I can use Worne in the fic. Tiny fic time. This one's for you. Here's the origin of the name. Appreciate the muse you handed me to write it out!

“He told you where he got Rook?” Davrin asked.

Emmrich nodded. “On our first trip to the Memorial Gardens.” Though he still doubted the veracity of the tale. The rogue laughed so hard at the end when describing his chess victory against Varric the words never quite made it out, and he refused to answer any clarifying questions. Rook had been only six, he hadn’t really eaten a…

“Must have been some date.” Davrin broke the rumination. Chuckled as he adjusted his grip. Rook draped snoring on his back like a bloody cape. 

Emmrich gave a sharp tut, “Trip, back then it was…”

“He didn’t share that with me.” The mage could hear the smirk in warrior's tone. Went silent. But Davrin was smiling, wincing at the loud snoring in his ear, but happy. Words seemed eager to hum. “He wouldn’t mind then.”

“Wouldn’t mind what now?” 

“Me telling you the other name.”

“Thorne?” Emmrich’s brow raised.

“Nah that’s what the Templars dubbed him. It went on the records at Weisshaupt but we called him something else.” 

Countenance furrowed. Rook had seemed perfectly fine with Thorne, mentioned it was shared among those he was closest with in Kirkwall. Perhaps he’d been softening the tale then? He looked now at the rogue passed out on Davrin’s back. Rook had spoken plenty of violence, even more of running, ‘I was being a prick’ he had laughed.

But the eyes had grimaced hadn't they? He could spot it now, and recalling the memory...it was similar to the look the necromancer received while healing the man today. Fingers had traced to knit new scars across old only minutes ago. Emmrich still trembled at the sight, refused to let it become familiar, had perhaps used a touch more of the necrotic to induce the deep sleep. But the body needed to do its work, required its rest. 

“Worne.” Davrin grinned

Emmrich blinked wide at him.

“I beg your pardon?” 

“Rook ‘Worne’ Thorne.” Davrin hitched his grip again, stirred a loud snore from his passenger. 

“Nothin sharp about him.” The hunter laughed even louder than the snore. Worne might’ve smirked in his sleep, but no. There was no waking consciousness there. 

Necromancer and warrior shared a brief chuckle, moved into quiet thought for some long moments after. Only footfalls and sleeping sounds heard. Then Davrin looked back at the soft face drooling into his shoulder, fresh lines marred a cheek. “And he’s been through it.”

Emmrich felt the bite. Almost paused in step as he focused on the man covering Davrin like a worn cloak. Skin tanned, wrinkled with scars like leather that was comfortable in a way only time could make it. 

“Worne.” A new tone passed his lips.

A tiny sigh escaped the rogue. Emmrich’s eyes took a shine. He’d only known the man a few months.

“It fits.” whispered thought.

Immediately.

[buwheal]

that fucking bird that i hate

slightly dreading coloring this but Sarchias got a redesign so you know the drill....(new reference with slight changes to fit the new one)