#this is the quickest doodle of my life

[crnl-chicken-tots]

holding hands is kinda their thing

[sanchoyoscribbles]

maybe link should consider that I filled my inventory with salted milky smoothies right before the fight and spent all that time leveling up the sword and energy gauges tho ...🥲

[girlfox]

consider: ahri with a long, silky, fluffy & curly tail fur pattern.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

He's so sweet<3

what would you ask your OC if you would meet them?

I just lover her !!

[renstrapp]

blogging because I'm having fun with my new OC. she doesn't have anywhere to be, no webcomic or graphic novel or anthology project. she's just for me to doodle and think of when I listen to songs.

her name is Amira Miles, she's in her mid/late-20s, and she's a van life influencer. she fucking hates her job and hates having to be upbeat and relatable for thousands of people, but she loves being on the road and this was the quickest way to monetize that.

her real passion in life is coming into women's lives in all the national parks and small town bars and planet fitnesses she passes through and leaving a trail of devastation and one night stands in her wake. all that's left behind when she's gone is "oh god, am i gay now? what will my boyfriend think?" that kind of thing.

she always uses an alias when she picks up women because she doesn't want them looking her up when she inevitably ghosts them.

how this dirty, stinky outdoors woman who lives in her van has all the rizz? now that's... a case of the divine (me, i'm god)

there's more to say about her, and she might end up with a porn comic some day, but that's all I got to say tonight. thank you for listening. i'll draw her for you soon some time

[gaymaramada]

“Puss didn’t realize he was crying until the sounds of the guards broke him out of his stupor. Hastily, he removed his cape to wrap it around Kitty’s shoulder before carefully lifting her into his arms (the agonized cry she’d let out then would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life). It took him all of fifteen seconds to get them out of sight from the archers and on the quickest path down the mountain.

It still wasn’t quick enough.”

Lil angsty doodle of a scene from my fic now that it’s finished :)

[deityoftherain]

now that you've won - Traffic Life Winners Fanfic

Rating: Gen

Relationship: Gen & M/M*

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 4,603

Summary: They never tell you what happens after you win one of the games. Grian, Scott, and Pearl never talk about it so Martyn had nothing to bounce off of when he found himself alone in an endless purple void.

aka all of the winners of the life series/death games end up talking in the in-between

*There is some past Martyn/Ren mention and some Martyn/Scott sprinkled in there, but is otherwise just the winners vibing in a void

I GOT A REALLY CUTE DOODLE FOR THIS FIC GO CHECK IT OUT

@lynnospen on Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/lynnospen/743504217925451776/now-that-youve-won-ananxiousghost-3rd-life (wow back when that was my ao3 username... so long ago but also not at the same time)

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Martyn gasped as he exited a portal he didn’t remember going through. Where was he? What was the last thing that happened? His brain was a little foggy but he was starting to get very brief flashes of memories pulling themselves to the front of his brain.

“Welcome, Martyn InTheLittleWood.” Voices (yes, plural) seemed to be echoing around the wall-less void. The Voices felt like They were bouncing around his head and there were so many different voices speaking at once that he knew he couldn’t place them if he tried.

The united welcome seemed to be the only thing the Voices agreed on saying for everything else said was just too many different voices saying too many different things.

Martyn pressed his palms against his ears, trying to block out the words being spoken around him. He had tried to understand what They were saying but he failed. It was too loud and too jumbled. He wished for Them to quiet for They were overwhelming and he disliked it. Martyn squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head as if that would help him not hear Their loud muttering anymore.

The Voices slowly started to go quiet to the point Martyn could no longer feel Them invade his brain and assault his mind. He hesitantly uncovered his ears and opened his eyes. The Voices had gone silent and there was nothing around him but a shadowy purple void. The portal he came through wasn’t there anymore so he seemed to be stuck here. It was light enough to see his body clearly but dark enough to make him feel enclosed. He could easily admit that he didn’t like this situation so far.

There was some sort of concept of gravity here (wherever here was) for he could walk as one normally would. Each step he took echoed the sound of his boots against whatever surface made up the “floor”.

Martyn made sure to keep heading in the same direction in order to not get turned around. It is a method you might use if you were stuck in a maze. If you run your hand against the wall and follow it, you will eventually make it out.

He wasn’t sure if that logic would work here, you know, since there is no wall to follow but he could pretend and just walk in a straight line. It was straightforward and made sense enough for him. He didn’t exactly have many options seeing the situation he was in.

When you are surrounded by nothing except endless space, there isn’t much to distract you from your thoughts. All of the events from the last game (the game he won) came back to him the quickest.

Time always moved strangely in these games full of death but it was much more obvious in Limited Life how wonky it was. Limited Life had a timer constantly ticking down the time they had left before they would run out. The previous games didn’t constantly have time ticking down like that one did. The previous games didn’t make you so conscious of the passing of time. The previous games didn’t trap you in an hourglass until you suffocate from the draining sand and die. Days would go by and their timers didn’t represent that as one might assume. Twenty-four hours was the amount of time they were given to win yet it didn’t end within one day. They didn’t go through one day-night cycle and then all dropped dead. They experienced several days. They experienced so many days that he was sure no one kept track. They experienced times of quiet, times of joking around, times of battle, times of death…

In the end, it’s all a game. They were entertainment for those who Watched. No matter how much pain or suffering they experience, it was all for Their pleasure. 

Did it matter though? Nothing truly mattered when it came to these death games. The bonds they forge and the lives they take (or lose) don’t affect them much once a winner is declared. A winner is declared and all their loyalties, grudges, and selfishness are barely more than a distant memory. 

They all change.

Everything changes.

They are never exactly the same.

They might be similar but they never will be the same again.

Martyn supposed it’s probably for the best that they all change. Going through games revolving around murder and a limited amount of lives is traumatic. Especially when you have to turn on those who were once your friends and allies. In the end, it truly didn’t matter. Everyone dies and is pulled from the games until another game is created and everyone (almost everyone… not everyone shows up again) gets pulled back in. Even the winners die at the end.

Allowing the winners to die too (assuming that the games had to happen) is more merciful than cruel, at least to Martyn. Everyone is dead because the winner has killed to the top. No one was left in the world when a winner was declared and staying there, completely alone, would be isolating. He could say it would drive the winners mad but that is assuming they weren’t mad to start with.

Martyn laughed bitterly to himself, thinking about how it all ended. In the end, he had won. In the end, he had killed Impulse and… and Scott. Scott, his ally, his teammate, his partner…

He wondered what their relationship would look like in the next games. Would they talk? Would Scott be bitter? Would they hate each other? He doubted they would be a team again. He didn’t know if he wanted to team again. He didn’t know if he wanted to look Scott in the eye after burning him with lava and stabbing him through the stomach.

There was no reason he should be guilty. Everyone knew what they were doing from the start. Everyone knew that they would eventually die and that one would have to kill their allies. Even with that knowledge, we all just let ourselves indulge in our delusions. If you were in their shoes, you would do the same. It was the only way to deal with the stress, anxiety, and paranoia that came with constantly looking over your shoulder. It was the only way to hold onto your sanity enough to survive for as long as possible. Creating temporary but unusually strong connections was the only way to hold out on lowering your time, your hearts, and your lives yourself.

“Martyn?” The voice was so familiar that his head instantly snapped to look in the direction it had come from. The voice didn’t sound like the Voices that had greeted him when he arrived wherever he was. The voice didn’t sound like the Voices who had whispered into his ear before now.

“Scott.” Martyn blinked at the blue-haired man as his shoulders tensed. He didn’t mean to sound so flat but he did. He had just been wandering, not knowing where he was going or where to go. There was nothing but void and yet, he had found another person- and it was a person he knew! Martyn didn’t expect to actually find anything when he started wandering.

Scott looked very similar to his recent memories because of course he did. It was strange seeing him like this though. Martyn had grown used to Scott’s sea creature features and the coral that had once covered his body. They used to both have coral on them but now Martyn was the only one.

The only things that were the same between the last time he saw Scott and the Scott that stood in front of him now was the hair and some of his facial features. His hair was the same shade of blue (even if it was missing the red streak in favor of floating red particles) and he was giving him a similar small smile he’d seen many times before.

Martyn had seen it the night after he had taken some of Scott’s time from him. Everyone was trying to kill Scott and so he had told Martyn to kill him to get them off his back some. Both knew he couldn’t run forever. Martyn did as he was asked but instantly felt guilty when he saw the smile he was given when they greeted each other that night. This was when they were going to try and sleep while everyone had quieted down for a little bit. Martyn was tired and, based on how you could only hear a soft breeze outside, he assumed everyone else was too.

He’s also seen it… too many times to count, actually. The times were spinning around his brain and he couldn’t grab onto one to think about it more than three word sentence fragments. 

Scott’s smiles weren’t always consistent with emotions that could be read by the smile. His eyes were what gave him away, so you could read him once you learned the cues. Currently, based on Martyn’s experience in Reading Scott’s Expressions 101, Scott was hesitant but happy to see him here.

“Are you two just going to stare at each other all day or are you going to say something?” Martyn would like to say he wasn’t startled and that he didn’t jump like a skittish cat but that would be a lie. He turned to Pearl, who was just watching them as she tied her red jacket around her waist.

“You didn’t have to startle him like that.” Scott’s words sounded like he was telling Pearl off but the tone of his betrayed that with how amused he sounded. He was probably used to her showing up out of nowhere. He might even do it to her in return. “He’s new here and probably doesn’t understand what is happening. You were similar.”

Pearl just tsked at that as Martyn straightened up. “What is happening, actually? I would like to know because I kind of just showed up here. If there is some sort of pamphlet, I didn’t get it.”

“This is where the winners reside after each of the games.” Pearl responded, ignoring some of what Martyn said, before Scott could. She gestured widely to the area around them as she spoke.

“At least a part of us does.” Scott whispered softly, pulling his blue jacket closer to him. He seemed to get drawn back into memories of loss and pain by the look in his eyes but Martyn didn’t comment on it. He doubted Scott would want him to and he really didn’t want to play therapist right now. “We don’t really have all the answers. Just a bunch of theories.”

Martyn glanced between them quickly before looking down at himself and back up at them. “Is that why you both look like that?”

“We look like we did when we won.” Scott rolled his eyes but otherwise looked as if he found Martyn’s words funny. 

“You don’t have to sound so judgemental.” Pearl snorted at his comment. “At least we’re not stuck here looking as if we drowned.”

Martyn huffed out a laugh at that. He could respect Pearl’s judgment and her words had truth. The coral did look like it had started to grow around his dead body but he thought that was cool looking. “Touché. You’re sort of right, but it does help with the whole pirate aesthetic I had going on so I don’t mind it.”

He found his eyes wandering to Scott again. It was so strange seeing him without the fins, scales, and coral. Martyn had gotten used to them and found a weird sense of comfort in it. He lost count of how many times he and Scott had left gentle touches on each other. Martyn would softly run his hand over Scott’s scales. Scott would play with Martyn’s hair. They would cuddle together on nights when they felt safe enough to not sleep in shifts. 

Those nights together had become more frequent as the games went on. You would think that would be the opposite and you would be right… if safety was really what they felt when they decided to curl up together.

It was better to have that comfort and that peace together than to lay in their shared bed alone. It was blissful to feel each other’s soft breathing and being in calm, peaceful proximity with another person. That wasn’t always something you could get in situations that they were in and they grew to cherish their time together more and more.

Plus, they weren’t idiots. They kept their weapons by their bed and blocked the door enough that you could hear it if someone came in but could also move it easily enough for if they had to escape. They had taken the precautions in order to spend those too-short nights together and it didn’t backfire on them.

Scott met Martyn’s eyes and held them for a moment. He then turned away and laughed awkwardly. “You know, we will all be here if Cleo wins next.”

It took Martyn a moment to process what was said and what it meant before he chuckled an awkward and somewhat airy chuckle. “Double Life was sort of messy between the four of us, wasn’t it?”

“No kidding.” Pearl summoned a chair and sat down on it. She leaned forward against the back of the chair and rested her arms and head on the top. “I don’t think I would ever want to go to the nether with you again- at least not first thing.”

Martyn couldn’t blame her for that but also refused to dignify her comment with a response.

“I think Cleo deserves to win in one of these games. At some point, anyway.” Scott ran a hand through his hair, glancing over at nothing… not nothing?

Martyn followed Scott’s gaze and finally noticed… Grian? He should have realized he would be here, seeing that Pearl said that all the winners were here. All of them must have just spawned in around him at different times because he hadn’t noticed them before they were referred to or spoke themselves. It would have been nice if they did that before he wandered for who knows how long. If they’ve been in this general area the whole time then Martyn would need to work on his spatial awareness.

Grian didn’t look like he did when he won Third Life. He had wings, for starters, but he also had a white cloth of sorts with a square purple symbol with a dot in two corners over his eyes. That was more unusual to Martyn than the wings. Grian seemed to be seeing something or another on the hologram screens in front of him because he was interacting with it. How could he see what he was doing if his eyes were covered? Perhaps he was seeing with the purple (a lighter purple than the dark purple that made up the void) eyes that were all around him. He’s seen those kinds of eyes himself before.

“He’s been like that since I arrived.” Scott’s arms were back to his arms, rubbing at them like he was cold. He honestly might be, seeing that there was nothing but space and only four people breathing. Scott seemed to be more hesitant and quiet than he was in Martyn’s memories. Perhaps spending all this time in a void will do that to you… or maybe it was Martyn’s arrival that had thrown him off balance. Martyn could understand the feelings he might be feeling though. He didn’t feel as confident and energized as he did during the games, especially during the end of Limited Life. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that covered the pit of emotions that threatened to swallow him whole. “Not exactly the best conversationalist.”

“I don’t think he’s said more than a few words to us since we’ve arrived.” Pearl also glanced at Grian before looking back at Scott and Martyn. “He usually doesn’t even yell at us when we get too close. He only told me off when I tried to mess with him but I wasn’t able to get him to move despite trying to knock him over or just get his attention to see what his deal was.”

“I’ve tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was doing and it just looked to be a lot of planning for something.” Scott added to what Pearl was saying. “Based on what I gathered, I am fairly positive he’s planning out future games.”

Martyn hummed to himself as he took in all that was said here before diverting the topic of conversation. “So, what do you do between games here, then?”

“Mostly thinking,” Scott summoned a more comfortable chair than Pearl did and sat down, “or messing around with the ability to create what we want. Sometimes Pearl and I will spar just to pass the time.”

“How did you do that?” Martyn inquired, wanting to do what they had done as well. Pearl had done it and now Scott did as well so he was sure he could do it.

“Think of what you want and just kind of will it into existence.” Pearl pushed herself back in her seat with her arms on the metal frame of the chair. “I usually flick my hand in the direction I want it but Scott snaps.”

Martyn pictured what he wanted before flicking his hand in front of him. A table with a cake on it appeared and a shocked laugh escaped his lips. “It worked!”

He snapped, trying Scott’s technique now, and some chairs appeared around the table. Martyn smiled wide, pleased with himself. He grabbed the back of one of the chairs and pulled it back so he could sit down. “Would you like to join me for my birthday party?”

Scott raised an eyebrow at that but the ends of his lips twitched up. “It’ll be a smaller party than your last one but, hey, at least the Bad Boys aren’t here to blow it up this time.”

Pearl got up from her seat and went to sit down next to Martyn. “I have been told I had a claim to one-fourth of this cake, if not more.”

“Told by who?” Scott gave her a doubtful look but he was clearly amused. “Last time I checked, neither one of us said anything about that and we’re all aware Grian hasn’t said a thing.”

“I have my sources.” Pearl claimed with a lopsided grin. “Don’t question me.”

“Mm, I can and I will.” Scott continued the light banter.

“I think you would get sick if you ate that much cake.” Martyn inserted himself back into the conversation as he cut the three of them a slice of cake. 

“You can’t get sick here.” Scott had ended up sitting on Martyn’s other side and across from Pearl. He gave Martyn a “thank you” nod when Martyn placed a plate in front of him and then Pearl. “We don’t have to eat and we don’t take any damage that doesn’t heal quickly. We’ve gotten our fair share of scraps and bruises from sparing or whatever else but they didn’t stick around long.”

“You keep whatever scars you got during the game you won, though.” Pearl stabbed a piece of cake she cut with her fork and put it in her mouth. She paused and, after she swallowed the piece of cake, she glanced at Scott. “I wonder what would have happened if you didn’t blow yourself up so I technically was the last one alive in Double Life. Or if a soulmate pair, in which neither of them have won before, were the last ones alive.”

Scott furrowed his eyebrows, looking down toward his cake but it was clear he wasn’t actually paying attention to the cake. “I… I don’t know. Maybe they would just both be here? It would be rather… strange to have two versions of myself here. Especially since I have memories outside of Last Life.”

“I don’t know if I could deal with two of you for the rest of time.” Pearl wrinkled her nose at that. “At least not for as long as we reside here.”

Everyone went quiet after Pearl spoke, contemplating over the speculations and the reality they were currently living. They didn’t even eat more cake as they sat in silence.

Martyn cut a piece of his cake off after several moments and stabbed it with his fork. He held up said fork with the piece of cake on it and looked at Grian. “Hey Grian, you’re invited to my birthday party too!”

Grian didn’t even look at him or do anything to acknowledge him. Wow, Grian was ignoring him during his birthday party. Rude. Martyn frowned at that before putting the cake in his mouth as something sweet to distract from the strange feeling he felt radiating from Grian.

“You summoned some pretty good cake, Martyn,” Scott called Martyn’s attention back. Martyn opened his mouth to explain what the cake was specifically but Scott beat him to it. “It tastes like the cake we had that one night. The one after your birthday party went wrong.”

Martyn felt some warmth build in his chest at Scott’s words. He remembered it too! Martyn didn’t even have to tell him. Scott really was the same person he knew… he just looked a little different. “Yeah, that is what I meant to do.”

Pearl swallowed the piece of cake she had been chewing and grinned as she spoke. “Well, I say you should have invited me over so I could have a slice because this cake is really good, but, based on the looks you’re giving each other, it is probably a good idea you didn’t. I think you two had more fun without me there.”

“Shhh, Pearl, I’m too tired for this.” Scott rubbed his eyes with a groan, his hands not doing much to hide the blush that graced his cheeks. “Why is my ex teasing me about my other ex? Why are my exes here to torture me?”

“Grian isn’t your ex.” Pearl pointed out with a quick glance to everyone’s favorite Watcher.

At the same time as Pearl, Martyn said, “At least you don’t have to worry about Jimmy ever showing up here.”

Martyn must have blinked too long because, next thing he knew, a pillow slammed itself directly into his face. It had enough force that it almost knocked him back in his chair. He was, luckily, able to grip onto the table and not fall backward. If he ended up on the floor because of a pillow, he would not be happy and may have to summon a diamond sword. 

Pearl couldn’t hold back her laughter. She was laughing so hard she started to tear up. “Oh, Martyn, you deserved that. You deserved that so much. I would also like to throw a pillow at you but that would just be for fun.”

Scott was glaring at him, even as Pearl laughed. When Martyn met his gaze, Scott scoffed. “If you want to start teasing people for traumatic experiences, I can pull out my list.”

Martyn whistled a low tune and put his hands up in surrender. It was a low blow to mention the fact that you will not see or be with someone dear to you in the same way again. He was well aware of that and yet he did it anyway. It was kind of funny (humor is the best medicine), sure, but he could empathize. He didn’t always choose to but he could. 

He… he felt the same way with Ren. But Ren isn’t here and he wasn’t in Limited Life. Martyn wasn’t sure if the Watchers had decided to never bring him back to the games or not. He wasn’t sure if he would ever show up again. He also wasn’t sure if he wanted Ren to come back or not. Ren was set free from the games (from what Martyn had gathered, anyway) but, selfishly, he wanted him back. Even though it won’t be the same as it was in Third Life. Even though it was likely they would be on opposite sides. Even though it will hurt. It has hurt! Relationships of any kind rarely work out well (or, at least, would not be the same) for anyone long term.

Martyn knew Scott had mixed feelings with Jimmy, especially after they were husbands in Third Life (none of them knew that the games would continue after someone won at that point, meaning they didn’t know how things worked like they do now which makes it harder) and Jimmy recently rejected him in Limited Life. Martyn knew Scott didn’t expect any relationships to carry over with significant meaning (that would be foolish to believe, especially after observing the four games that have occurred so far) but he also knew that didn’t mean Scott would like being at odds with someone he willingly gave some of his time to.

“Get over yourselves. You can’t change the past and you can’t control what happens in the games. We’re all different going in and coming out so holding grudges does nothing for you.” Pearl’s laughter had died down and she was shaking her head at them. “I would also not like to be stuck with you two bickering until we get pulled into the next game.”

“Okay.” Scott hummed noncommittally. His shoulders relaxed and he smiled at Martyn. The smile looked genuine but he wasn’t sure if he believed it. “Congrats on winning though! I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to congratulate you yet. I was very happy to see that you won.”

“Even if I poured lava on you and stabbed you?” Martyn raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical of Scott's words.

“I don’t care about winning and someone had to win. It’s kind of how these things work.” Scott shrugged before taking another bite of cake. “As we just speculated, it would be strange to win twice. I don’t care to find out what that would mean for us in this little void we are stuck in. I'd rather have a new face to talk to than a copy of myself or no one. Besides, how could I be mad when my fellow Mean Gill won?”

The warm feeling was back and it felt wonderful but also strange. He returned Scott’s praise with a genuine smile of his own. “I mean, we were the best team there so I’m not surprised one of us won. We were a force to be reckoned with! Our whole team of two people did make it to the top three so that has to say something.”

Scott laughed at that, shaking his head fondly. He reached out to Martyn’s hand, entwining his fingers with Martyn’s. Neither Pearl nor Grian were there anymore and he wasn't sure what happened there. Martyn didn’t understand the rules of this place but he was glad they were left alone. This moment was nice and he didn’t mind holding on to some glimpse of what they had. In fact, he would greatly appreciate having a positive connection with someone (especially with someone like Scott) during a time they existed outside of the everyday fears of maybe not living to see the next day.

Scott rubbed his thumb against Martyn’s hand, eyes sparkling just like they did when they were on the Coral Isles together. “I never doubted us for a second.” 

[just-a-dodo]

May or may not have doodled the quickest nsfw mammon art of my life

[allmightyscroll-swag]

WHICH ONE?

My answer is

YES

I'm gonna tell you about my fucked up bird dude cause I love him actually

THIS IS HIM ^^^^ BENJAMIN!!!!

I'm gonna put everything under cut just for others' convenience lmao (also quick CW for things like unethical experimentation and the things that come with that)

SO . Like in this world magic exists but it's not like your usual magic. I kinda treat it like art in the sense that if, given time, effort and dedication, everyone can do art. But obviously, nobody does, because maybe they're just not interested in it, or learn really slow, or have given up on it. In the same vein some people learn and improve in magic very quickly while for others it takes their whole life. There's probably a very skilled 13 year old out there who can revive people and summon whole hurricanes just cause....

BUT IM GETTING OFF TRACK.

So this world is kinda set in the medieval times? So the understanding of magic is quite lacking. So in one kingdom some of the greatest scientific minds got together under the kings approval and were like 'yo. Let's check how far we can push this, actually,'

The first batches of experiments, labeled the beta stage, consisted of mostly animal based experimentation. Can you cast spells into multiple objects? Can you give a dog the ability to cast magic? Can you store magic? Can you modify things? How far?

.... Not many of the beta experiments survived. If any. But their sacrifices gave way for the second, proper stage to begin; human experimentation.

This is the stage Benjamin, or C-86 which I'll be calling him in this period, came from.

C-86 was not an easy experiment to take care of. Energetic, disruptive, unresponsive and totally unrelenting to cooperate. Was this because he was genetically modified at birth? Were the bird genes that they've etched into his DNA somehow causing him to do this? Or was it simply the result of genetical modification being a new, untested method?

Whatever the case may be, C-86 was a problem. Countless injured scientists, some having to be hospitalized due to infection - it was taking a toll on the facility, and they needed a solution.

Another untested method that was being developed was rune making. With runes you could imbue an object with a specific quality, store and write down spell combinations, and much, much more.

Their use in relation to C-86 was simple. To reel him into obedience. How? Well, mind control was a good option. Best case scenario they'd be able to lock away or even eliminate the disruptive part of him.

Long story short the attempt failed - leaving C-86 more than just an inconvenience now. But an actual active threat. Due to his new ability to [REDACTED].

Let's say they had to take unethical measures to keep him under control now.

As the years passed, a very important thing that occurred was that two of the experiments escaped. Which made the population extremely suspicious and thrust the facility into the public eye. In response, the lead scientists made the drastic decision to move the facility. It wasn't the only facility around by now, but it was the one responsible for both the experiments and the escape.

This is a very shitty map doodle but basically, the quickest route to the new facility was through another country - an empire, to be exact. And the scientists had to move as quickly as possible with their very alive cargo for obvious reasons.

The empire caught wind of this, and sent their own forces to retrieve this top secret cargo, cause it was on their territory after all.

The transport gets raided and thus, most of the experiments either escape, or are now in possession of the empire. So y'know very fun stuff.

Due to being unconscious while the transportation was happening, C-86 was in possession of the empire now.

From there, he gets taken to the emperor- and this is where my favourite part happens and it's honestly just so much fluff & angst as C-86 or Benjamin now befriends the emperor's son, Albert, and he basically gets found family'd and finally experiences some happiness 😭😭

The overarching arc at first there is Benjamin attempting to better Albert's relationship with his dad, who Albert believes he has to constantly prove himself to, to make him proud and to make sure he still loves him. In reality the emperor loves and cares for his son unconditionally but due to the environment can't show it without loosing his "Strong, Undisputed and Merciless Emperor" image he gained.

The arc ends with Benjamin running away due to being inherently convinced that he's completely unlovable and undeserving of anything good due to him not being human :) in his goodbye letter he basically goes, 'well now that you're at way better terms with your dad, my job here is done and you're free to continue with me finally out of your hair.'

[akirameta84]

heres some doodles of my hk bugdragon au.

well. kinda. its a whole text document of lore to explain this particular variation + miles of discord rambles with @yuubitimbergrim so just accept the fact that geep is for some reason not a dragon like the other vessels okay

(ill give an actual quick summary. molting into wyrm/dragon body is related to life and death situations (or being so terrified of an upcoming one). the sealing never happened, therefore greenpath vessel never had one. the other 3 did. bvs head exploding, ghost falling back into the abyss, and hollow just. worlds worst panic attack a week before the sealing. there we go theres the quickest and worst summary)

im shutting up take the lazy doodles

ill answer questions if sent them via ask but otherwise itll be ages until i feel like compiling the thousands of words of lore for this au all in one place lmfao

text in the doodles below the cut

Text in first drawing from left to right:

-4 Wings

-Feathery Wings

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-Hindered flight, unbalanced -Tilts while gliding as only one wing is injured

-4 wings -Insect-like patterns that glow

-Feathered wings

[peewee14191]

Quickest elymei doodle of my life

[vexr0t]

quickest most shittest doodle of my life but I couldn’t not. also u can see how lazy i was by how shitty i cropped / downloaded it.

[greypetrel]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @transprincecaspian, the quickest wip wednesday of the West! (I'm imagining you with a poncho now, jsyk).

Not much drawing-wise this week either, the outfits are consuming my free time very very happily (I still have two asks to go xD). But this one doodle of the Dark Lady AU...

Adar will, actually, stand on the door from 23:30 to wait for their return. The Lady may trust the man, but he doesn't until he'll prove himself to be trustworthy. Adar by name and de facto.

And some piece of writing, Science Bros are up to it again, and they kinda forgot to notify the exact nature of their latest experiment... (RIP poor Lysette, she'll have grey hair)

Life went on, as they all slowly untackled the Emprise. Until a Templar silences someone in the training grounds. For the most remarkable happening in the last weeks, it could have been something way better than that. A loud commotion from one of the fences, light, and that peculiar sensation of cold as the leftover wind reaches the other fence.

Cullen is running, fearing the worse. He knew joint drills were a bad idea, they were too soon, he- - he stops in front of the back fence to assist at Lysette helping a trembling and very pouty Inquisitor up, knees trembling under her and head shaking as she leans in the Templar’s arms. “I told you it was a terrible idea, your Worship!” “Nonsense. Better done here than in batt- Uuuuurgh, down, down, put me down.” The elf gets put down and dry heaves on the sand, back arching up with the gesture. The poor Templar patting her back and a distressed Dorian jumping up and around from a barrier of four Templar shields solidly planted in the ground. It looks under control enough, but as a crowd of curious people is forming around the fence, and just to be sure, Cullen must ask. “Maker’s breath, what’s going on here?” The trio perks up, Lysette jumping back up for a nervous and all too stiff salute, Aisling looking a little green, and Dorian just glancing up at him and going back to his friend. “It’s an experiment, Commander, everything is all right. Lysette was helping us and following my order.” “You ordered her to silence you?” “I didn’t want to, Commander, but the Inquisitor insisted.” Of course she insisted. Of course she did. Cullen sighed, entering the fence and crouching down too. “At rest, knight.” He addresses Lysette, who takes a deep, relieved breath at the lack of scoldings. “Are you fine?” He then asks Aisling, worried. “It’s like my bowels are upside down and…” She raises a hand, trembling, and clumsily snaps her fingers. Beside the clack, nothing at all happens. She does it one and twice more, frowning. “…No, nothing.” “It’ll take half an hour to reappear, it’ll be gradual and I think it won’t be particularly enjoyable.” Cullen sighs, and now both mages are looking at him, puzzled. “Half an hour??” They exclaim, in chorus. “Yes?” Aisling turns to Dorian, frowning with reproach. He perks up, snorting loudly and puffing up his chest. “How was I supposed to know? Templars back home aren’t able to silence at all, how am I supposed to know before Maevaris get us some books, if even there are books?” “You told me ten minutes!” “I said fortisne. It means that maybe but also that I don’t know!” And there they go, starting bickering quickly, to quickly and in a language too mixed to really follow. But if Aisling has the strength for this, she’s not as bad as she could be, even if trying to stand up more than that, crouching on the ground, sends her back down with a grimace. Calmer and reassured that nothing major happened, Cullen, who still can do so, raises up and turns to the fence. “Nothing to see here, get back to work!” Some huffs of protest raise in the air, but everyone slowly starts to disperse back to their respective task. In a minute, there’s more clamour of swords against sword. Not that it makes the science bros stop going back and forth in any way, but it’s something. As for the Commander, tho, he turns to Lysette, still there looking worried between him and the Inquisitor, unsure of what to do. “Can you please explain what’s going on?” “Ah… I understood that it’s for the Emprise du Lion, Commander. They want to see if there’s a way to counteract silencing in a safe and controlled environment, before leaving… Or I think so, they started talking science and I got lost.”

tagging: @melisusthewee @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @zenstrike @rowanisawriter @scribbledquillz @dungeons-and-dragon-age @oxygenforthewicked @rosella-writes @dreadfutures @demandthedoodles @idolsgf § (ignore the tag if you don't want to do it of course! Also good morning to you all!)

[skullinahat]

whenever i go font hunting for a project i have a bad habit of downloading fonts i'll never use just because they delight me, so i wanted to share some of them! im pretty sure literally all of them are public domain so if u like any of them pls download them too

for reference to what a normal font looks like, here's helvetica.

now, lets get into my favorites!

This is LT glockenspiel black. just fucking look at this thing. look at it. i love how they didnt really choose a consistent flourish and just go with everything. it feels almost satirically luxurious. 10/10 i try it in my projects whenever i want a laugh

Baymanat. i've got like seven calligraphic fonts like this ill never use and had to throw one of them in her 9/10 its nice

ANABELA. LOOK AT THAT HALFTONE. LOOK AT THOSE WIBBLY LETTERFORMS. WHAT IS HAPPENING 10/10

droog... if anybody has actually used or seen droog in a project show me. now. i have to see it. not only is it a 10/10 unique font deisgn i'll never use it also has a 10/10 name. thats fucking droog all right

Block Out!!! i actually love this font. it's so unreadable in practice but i dont care i NEED to find a way to use it. its so comitted to its gimmick it doesnt half ass any letterform i love it 10/10

monogram fonts are NOT supposed to be used this way but i dont care. look at this. painful. how are you even supposed to use monogram fonts anyway? 10/10

festa!! found this one just recently, it has such futuristic fantasy energy. it just borders on annoyance because of the mixture of circle sizes. never seen a font gimmick like it before 9/10

flegrei. why are there three super thin lines in this entire font and only three 9/10

garish monde. dear gods if i ever need a glitchy eroded font this is what ill use but i really and truly never have 9/10

graphic attitude. this font looks terrible if you do anything longer than a single word but im really really fond of it 10/10

and now we get into kingthings!! this is kingthings facetype, found this through another tumblr post abt it. kingthings was (maybe still is but i dont think so) a super profilic typeface designer with a lot of really weird stuff. im a huge huge fan. they also included a txt file with their fonts that includes a short description of each one and its adorable. here's what they had to say abt facetype.

Kingthings Facetype

I made this font having thought of the name - maybe not the usual way to go about font design. It is based upon Kingthings Exeter and can be used to embellish that font or just as decorated capitals. I enjoyed making this font and it was one of the quickest to do - i just got completely absorbed by the project. I hope you enjoy this daft font!

Kingthings Serifique UL wide. ridicoulous. the flourishes always were a little awkward but on the UL wide theyre obscene. 10/10

Kingthings Inkydinky

I am making a font called Kingthings Serifique (well, that's what it's called this morning) - I got side tracked - again! I was filling and testing fountain pens for the Charity Shop in which I work… Mother always said I'm a filthy Herbert. Doesn't a little Ink go a long way?

Kingthings spirogyra. 10/10

Kingthings Spirogyra

I doodle you know…I remember with wonder, Biology lessons at 'big' school, with Microscopes, and a filamentous pond weed called Spirogyra. There were spirals in it! and a nucleus like a star! and then 35 years later (or so), I doodled Kingthings Spirogyra idly watching TV.

kingthings sheepishly. 10/10 perfection

kingthings tendrylle 11/10 one of my faovirte unusable fonts in the entire world its so amazing in every way

kingthings widow- another 11/10. kevin you are truly my favorite typographer in the whole entire universe

kidskas- ive posted about this font before. look at it again. you need to. its amazing. perfection 11/10

labryinth NF. when in my life will i use this font? no idea. do i fucking love it with my entire heart? yes. look at the curves using half circles to keep the weight. its got two gimmicks and it sticks to them. 10/10

LOSTAR MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY. all my work has been to legibility focused to use this yet but once i get a project thats more whimsical you fucking know who im trying first 10/10

middle cove beach rocks. 10/10 this font fills me with love i dont think ill ever use it but it has my whole heart

milka aged! i love how soft and warm this font is (: 9/10

mister loopy. when i talk about fonts fuckin commiting to their gimmick, this is what i mean. look at this. this is not a font you just use for a project this is a font you build a project around 10/10

misty candy. 10/10 probably the most disturbing font i have i love how it looks like pre-chewed gum

ocean view initials. 10/10. exactly what it is

tuscan expanded. i love expanded fonts so much. i have actually used this font before and it is perfect for one very specific purpose and thats it

pesagi lemu regular. hate this. 10/10

ponderosa std medium. this makes me laugh out loud 10/10

popstars!! this font is the reason i wanted to make this list its so delightful 10/10

RABENK. ABSOLUTELY UNREADABLY IN PRACTICE BUT HAS ENERGY LIKE NO OTHER. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO THE X. 11/10

i have like four more but i hit tumblrs image limit so i'll be back.

[heartscrypt]

Quickest most sleepy doodle of my life just 4 u

LETS FUCKING GOOOO YESSSSS BABY THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT THATS WHAT IM SAYINNNN

[alamogirl80]

The Year Wrapped: Artist's Edition

9. What's your favorite set of tags/comments you received this year? 16. What piece was the quickest to create? 25. What is your favorite work that you created this year?

9: Oh god... Any tags that have people screaming about what I've written or drawn that utterly destroys them. The "WHY MUST YOU HURT ME!" "I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART TODAY" ones are life to me.

16: Probably this Codywan doodle that went with the Obi Wan Kenobi series throw away script we heard about. It's messy as hell but people seem to like it.

25: The individual Wooley and Hardcase spicy add-on arts for the Vode An zine. I can't wait to post it!