#there's a fair amount

[direwombat]

tagged by various people over the past week or so, including: @socially-awkward-skeleton, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @nightwingshero, and @inafieldofdaisies, (and i think that's everyone, but if i missed anyone i'm sorry!) to share some wip stuff

tagging: @detectivelokis, @baldurrs, @fourlittleseedlings, @adelaidedrubman, @purplehairsecretlair, @sstewyhosseini, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @strangefable, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @trench-rot, @josephslittledeputy, @kittiofdoom, @sukoshimikan, @deputyash, @gaeadene, @g0dspeeed, @harmonyowl, @poetikat anyone else with something to share today (but no pressure as always <3)

here are some really roughly drafted bits from augustine's pov in chapter 2/interlude i.

“Shaw, report.”

Ben groans, and he rakes a hand through his hair and drags it down his face -- something Augustine has noticed he does whenever he feels frustrated or overwhelmed. With a shake of his head, he pulls his radio from his belt. But before he responds, he points to one of the men holding Augustine up. “You. Go get a stretcher.”

“But --” 

“That’s an order,” Ben growls.

The man falls silent, shrinking back as he peels Augustine’s arm from around his shoulders and carefully leans him against the other masked man who helped carry him back to the station. Pain lances through Augustine’s leg and he grits his teeth  as his weight shifts. The man scurries off and disappears inside the main building. 

Ben hisses out a quiet fuck before lifting a finger to the remaining man, motioning for him to wait while he answers his radio. “Ranger’s station is secure,” he says. “No casualties. We’re clear to start receiving shipments.”

“Good work. Stay vigilant. The rogue deputy still hasn't been apprehended.”

Ben’s eyes flick over to Augustine and he bites at his lower lip. Dark brows knit together as a shadow falls over his face, but through the haze of pain clouding his vision, Augustine can’t quite tell what that shadow is. Just that he’s deep in thought. 

Then, Ben’s shoulders slump. “About that, sir…” he breathes deeply and grimaces. “I do have an injured civilian.”

“I fail to see the connection,” the voice on the radio says flatly, and before Ben can respond, it continues, “Kill them. Now isn’t the time for converts.”

“It’s the deputy’s brother, sir.”

“What?”

“I have the deputy’s younger  brother. He’s injured.”

The voice on the radio is quiet for a long time. “Bring him to me.” A beat. “How badly is he injured?”

Ben looks at Augustine’s leg and winces. “I’ve seen worse.” He rubs at his left thigh, the leg Augustine knows is a prosthetic below the knee. “But he does have a bone protruding from his shin.”

“Get him here before he passes out from pain. I want to talk to him.”

“Yes, sir.”

He holds his radio in front of him for a moment, waiting for a response. When there isn’t one, he clips it back to his belt. 

Not long after, the man covered in blood returns with a stretcher tucked under his arm. 

“Get him in a truck,” Ben orders. “ I’m taking him to St. Francis. Brother Jacob wants to talk to him.”

....

“Ben?” [Augustine] rasps. Jesus Christ he’s thirsty. “Ben, what’s going on?”

“Just try to relax, Gus,” he says. He turns the key in the truck’s ignition and pulls out of the ranger’s station. “I’m gonna get you to a doctor. Get that leg taken care of and you’ll be just fine, okay?”

“I’m not --” he sucks in a sharp breath as his leg is jostled by the truck bouncing on the dirt road. “I’m not a vet.” 

“They’re the closest doctors, buddy,” Ben says. “Besides, that doesn’t matter anymore. You’re one of us, now.” 

Augustine’s not entirely sure what that’s supposed to mean. But any anxiety over that is immediately replaced by the sickening realization that he needs to let his sister know that he’s hurt. “I need to call Syb,” he says, suddenly panicking. Shit, she’s gonna be so mad. “She needs to know what’s happened.”

“Easy, easy. We’ll call your sister for you,” Ben reassures him. “We’ll make sure you get to see her, okay? Here --” He reaches behind him, into the backseat where Augustine lay. “Give me your phone. I’ll call her when we get there.” 

Hazily, Augustine nods. Yeah. Syb’s met Ben a few times. She knows him. 

Everything’ll be fine. 

He gingerly fishes his phone from his pocket and pushes it into Ben’s palm. ��Lockscreen’s 0967,” he says -- his mama’s birthday. Darkness is starting to creep in at the edges of his vision. 

Ben’s hand retracts with the phone and Augustine assumes he tucks it in a pocket or lets it rest on the passenger seat. “Stay with me, bud,” he says. “Gotta keep conscious. Someone real important wants to speak with you.”

But his eyelids are so heavy and he feels so cold. “Whozit?” he slurs. 

“Someone who’s gonna give you your purpose,” Ben responds.

Augustine hums sleepily. Even in his semi-conscious state he finds the answer bizarrely cryptic coming from a man he knows to be brutally direct. But that encroaching darkness blankets his vision before he can ask any more questions.

He falls into it, and his pain disappears.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

RIP to Bruce. Can't get a single night to himself smh

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do you think Abby will be scared of Chica in FNAF 2..

[egberts]

my favorite part about the people who have never had snow before getting snow this week is that they are so game to do literally anything in the snow just because it's in the snow. northerners don't care, it happens every winter, sometimes several times a winter, you get used to it, but right now the southerners are having the time of their fucking lives. people are surfing and tubing in it, i saw somebody firedancing just for the sake of it, another person whipped out their inflatable dinosaur costume, just because it snowed. it's like "at night" but "in the snow" fr

[aquacomet]

The 2024 DCA Reveal-versary magma collab has been wrapped up and here are the final results! ☀️🎉🎂🌙

A super big thank you to all the amazing artists that attended the collab to celebrate! We've broken way over 2023's record of attendees with a overall number of 59+ artists! It really is a lively celestial party in there, they're probably going to need more cake!

An additional thank you to all who stopped by, shared the event, expressed their interest and to the Daycare Friend Pick Up mods for also allowing this in their discord server!

(Due to being over the tumblr tag limit for the full credit list, a reblog will be added onto this with the second section of credits!)

⭐Here's the list of all the artists that participated!⭐

@aquacomet - @crystalmagpie447 - @pure-plum

@thatmooncake - @flinxypie - @eggcromancer

@nexerist - @crabsnpersimmons - @zamjd

@darlingdeer21 - @agent-darkfest - @piowasthere

@nighternex - @gyxtar0luvs - @sulfadimethoxine

@pluck-heartstrings - @starshinenoa - @enduu115

@tvboxi - @tinkpumpkin - @marshmallowcat666

@luckyyyduckyyy - @m-mints - @sunshinehare

@ping-ski - @lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs - @sipnoot

@synthrobeat - @galaxysugarr - @alynwrench

(I took care to note down everyone who participated and added their credits, but if I missed someone let me know what you made and I'll add you to the list!)

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.

[sharkylass]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(It's not belated what are you talking about-) With the spooky day I bring...

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--------------------------------------- There's A LOT OF ART under the cut, however it's A LOT OF SPOILERS.

ESPECIALLY FOR THE ACT 6 ENCOUNTER/TWO HATS, EVERYTHING IN THIS POST IS DEPENDANT ON THE FACT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT ENCOUNTER.

(The dandelions are frozen in time) (...) (You envy them, but you think that's sacrilege, so you move on.)

The gif takes forever to load, please bare with me-

ALRIGHT, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO ROBORO.

Roboro (it/they/he) is cold and calculative. It spent so long trying to get out of the loops, that a lot of their tact and bubbliness gave way to their cynicism and bluntness.

They exhibit more of their younger traits. Extreme smarts and avoidance. However, they still carries themselves tall, and aren't afraid to speak their mind. Most of the time, they simply choose not to.

The decision to make him cold and distant, rather then manic and erratic, actually came from Loop themselves. Loop is very actively trying to be the opposite of Siffrin. They act chatty and cruel because that's how far they've been driven, that's how they choose to hide themselves now.

Roboro is the same, in the sense that it's supposed to appear the very opposite of Isabeau.

"Why is it a Dandelion?"

From what I've seen, most people lean on the space idea for the guides, and I find that super neat-

But as an exercise (before this AU was even an IDEA in my mind-) I tried to design Mira, Odile and Isa as guides.

I tried the space theme, and felt really limited with it.

So instead I decided to design them based of ways to wish

Mira was a fire (candle)

Odile was a coin (throwing a coin in a fountain/well)

And Isabeau WAS in fact a dandelion (blowing on a dandelion)

And I guess that idea just stuck around in my brain until I got to making this au.

Their Dynamic With Isa

The two's dynamic isn't too dissimilar to Sif and Loop. Isa still tries to be his loud positive headstrong self, and Roboro sees past the bullshit, and grinds Isa's gears

(Fun fact for that second one: Roboro knew Isa wanted to be called "good boy" cause it probably would have wanted to hear it too-) As time goes on, the two learn to get along if only a little. Isa starts to appreciate the bluntness of Roboro, together with the helpful tips. Roboro meanwhile, seeing Isa's descent starts to feel a spark of empathy for the guy (which sucks for ACT 5 whoops.)

Silver Coin Equivalent

The equivalent is called "Lucky Pencil". Isa is a pretty superstitious guy, despite knowing better logically. So I thought he'd totally be the type to carry around a lucky charm of sorts!

(You recall.) (Before you lost yourself to time, you tried to become a defender.) (You got so tired of being the lone kid, the one people would not see, or think about.) (You were smart, but you were invisible.) (Sure, you were quiet, but you had good grades! You were getting by!) (Even your own family didn't think much of your solitude.) (And yet, you were so scared to open your mouth, to even answer questions you knew the answers to-) (It was hard. Suffocating even.) (When teachers started giving you good grades without you even having to try-) (Something had to change. You had to change.) (And you did! You became stronger, resilient, reliable. Became the very antithesis of what you used to be.) (Left everything you were behind.) (But it was worth it! You could finally!!! Talk!!! You could bring smiles to people's faces! They'd smile when you entered a room! And each time you felt pride. Pride in who you were.) (You tried talking with your family more, being more open, loud-) (They still didn't see you.) (Smart kids turned away, uble to face you, see their fears embodied. Fears that if they wanted to belong, they had to leave their brains for brawn.) (It was better. You were happier. But you still didn't belong, either.) (In hallways filled with people, you were still just there.) (…) (You tried really hard for you Defender exam. You exercised to near faints. Only really ate and slept cause you knew it would make you stronger.) (Buried your nose in reading and studying to avoid thoughts of doubt. And when they'd reach you anyways, you'd go for a run.) (You know it wasn't the best for you. You're supposed to be stupid, not unwise. "Just until I pass" you told yourself.) (… You were exhausted on your exam day. As your nerves heightened, so did your "coping". You were ready!!! You just, needed a little help.) (So you opened your drawer, filled with old papers and textbooks and notes. You don't like looking in there too much, but you took what you needed.) (A beaten up pencil. Your little lucky charm!!! Sure, you always knew the answers, but it was easier if you believed this pencil was helping you, guiding you.) (It was silly to think it would help, but you weren't taking chances.) (…) (Even after all that time, you couldn't leave that part of yourself behind.) (You still can't.) (You're the only one that can't.)

ACT 6 FIGHT

The ACT 6 encounter would... go about as well as you'd expect. Not only did a version of you win- it's the version of you that pretends to be a meat head, the one that's preoccupied with being nice rather then thinking ahead. How did he get to win when you, you who's changed, you who's given everything you had, everything you wanted to simply get out?

Why does he get to win? Why does this loud mouth, emotional, explosive guy get to win? He's learned nothing!---

I have more stuff to draw for this encounter, including the "I'm sorry/ thank you" pictures. I leave this one off with the knowledge that Isa used to tug on his hair as a stress stim. Guess is stuck around huh.

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Post Loops Roboro

Roboro, once again, Changes! This time to resemble a yellow dandelion, rather then a white one. The family is long gone by the time Roboro wakes up again, and first thing's first- It has to find clothes. It doesn't like the weird looks people give him.

So, he goes to the House, braves the looks and gasps and confusion. It's trauma be damned, it's gonna talk to that Head Housemaiden finally.

He meets up with Euphrasie, and she quickly catches on what must be going on.

She's readily willing to give Roboro one of her old dresses-

Problem being- 1. They are too big on it (he may be Tall, but not EUPHIE level tall-) and 2. It wouldn't be the most comfortable wearing a dress around.

So, they figure they should make some adjustments. Euphrasie is willing to make the adjustments, it would only take her a day or two.

However, Roboro kind of... wants to try to do it themselves. There's no rush, it has nowhere to be. Maybe... maybe learning to re-engage with an old hobby could be good for it...?

Euphie excitedly lets it stay at the House, figure out what it wants to do- to take it's time changing!

Obviously, Roboro has trauma from the House. The walls, the cramped space- it terrifies them. But they also don't want to stay at anyone's home in Dormont, the awkwardness would kill him, if feeling like a nuisance doesn't do it first.

So. Roboro stays at the rooftop.

Roboro does some sewing on a new outfit, at the top of the House. At the very end of everything.

It's a bittersweet reminder that it's over, so it's as good as it could get while staying at Dormont.

I have a whole comic about this in particular, but this is already a massive infodump so I'm gonna stop it there for now-

Roboro travels around a while. It and Isa agreed to meet up eventually, but there was no rush to it.

He went around a while, re-familiarized itself with life, with people, with hobbies, with existing-

Probably made some friendships along the way. Those are probably the people who pushed it into reconnecting with the family.

I'm not gonna go into detail about everyone's dynamics and stuff, this is too long, and I'm still writing that stuff anyway.

I can however leave you with this:

(I might change how Post Loops Isa looks in the future, I haven't quite figured it out yet)

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PHEW

THAT WAS A LOT

IT'S NOT EVEN EVERYTHING I HAVE, I HAVE SO MUCH STUFF AUGH,,,

Anyways, I just wanted to thank you all for the support on the first post, I didn't expect it at ALL Just know I appreciate it :]

[teddytheartist]

Zukka for the win my guys

[spiritofsnows]

So our dear collective acquaintance @gallusrostromegalus has this in the authors notes of chapter 9 of The Power Of Friendship And This Gun I Found:

So I, a sweet unsuspecting soul, bounced over to duckduckgo to Experience this, for surely it could not be that bad

It's got teeth. It's got teeth in it's claws. There's fucking molars in there

[chiricat]

more shuake

[dragonsareawesome123]

Not over Dead Boy Detectives only heavily advertising on Tumblr and nowhere else. They know exactly who their audience is.

[falindankovsky]

Probably Last patho post for awhile enjoy….need to go grab some milk just gonna take a second

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[amoeba-proteus]

~Mandy and Billy~

[greenzilla4real]

Spoiler alert, I really freaking love Influencer Arc

[mobius-m-mobius]

#always the optimist 🥰

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 3 - “1893”