#turning circles AU

[nina-scribbles]

Finally done with this piece for my 🪐🛸Space Au🚀🌌 !!!

+ some bonus closeups on details i really liked 💕

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal

[Soothing Restful Song]

[You hear a bell. Chiming, tolling, calling your name.]

[1v31182m5]

[ivipl1]

hi i just chekced out sage and i realized how awesome they are but how does their hair look when they take their hood off cause i imagine that it would be all frizzy and messy after being so bunched together

tbh its always frizzy and messy. They don't really bother with taking care of it because they don't know how to human!!! They'd probably also forget to eat drink & sleep & all the other human stuff u gotta do. Did not know what they signed up for!!!

[kindfrog]

fez doodles

[spotaus]

If I have energy I want to draw out some designs for an au I'm spontaneously writing.

(Medieval times, there's a Prophecy. Nightmare rules over this kingdom and is supposed to complete this prophecy, he refuses to because it would harm the people. Dream was sent away and banished by Night because he was dis-illusioned into thinking the prophecy was a Good Thing abd what he was raised to complete. Night collected his Knights (Killer, Dust, Horror, and Cross most recently) and trains them and tells them the truth of the prophecy. They're loyal to him. One day the magic of the prophesy (Apple Magic) leaves Nightmare unexpectedly, returning him to the state he was in before he accepted the mantle. This puts a target on his back and gives Dream a huge advantage in maybe making a comeback. The Knight's decide that their King (newly a young lad and variably scared and frightened) must be protected and they run the kingdom as he normally would, while also ensuring he survives and that the prophecy can't be completed.)

[ren-doesthings]

the the the the the th

design and fic (racoons like bones) by @starbellbunny accidentally miscred the design BUT STILL LVOE UR WORK MAX WOO

[localguy2]

Sensi Garmadon was literally one of the greatest characters in Ninjago

His arc in Rebooted with Lloyd was done pretty well, slowly but surely teaching Lloyd about the true boundaries of his power

But God damn he shined through so much in Season 4, it gave us a look into a scenario where Garmadon was the mentor for the ninja (temporarily) instead of Wu, and like FUCK I'm so mad they killed him off

And if that wasn't enough the writers decided to kill him AGAIN in Season 5

JUST GIVE THE MAN A BREAK D:<

On top of that, his dynamic with Clouse is just nothing short of pure art, its literally just both of them going "I specialise in the art of kicking your ass in 50 million different ways" and I'm all for it, it also gave us a lot of lore for the serpentine wars and how Chen got to this point with Clouse

And of course the elephant in the room for this guy, his sacrifice at the end of season 4

"I yearned to make the world in MY IMAGE.

I never realised I already had... In You."

That line fuckin took me when I originally watched season 4, like it's so damn tragic, and I really wish the writers kept him in the story longer, but at the same time his sacrifice was what made S4's ending so powerful

So uhhhh yeah, thanks for coming to my Ted talk about why Sensi Garmadon is an amazing character

[clegfly]

‘Puter mari can’t read rooms. Or screens I guess

[theyovngveins]

my croissants just finished proofing and they look gorg btw i'll post pics when theyre finally out of the oven

[duckapus]

Game Night Ban List

[Written by SMG4. Occasional comments by the rest of the Crew]

Monopoly -Obviously

Anything Jumanji Related -We keep ending up with the real deal Because Memes

Mousetrap -Elanore keeps making "improvements" Elanore: Real judgmental with the quotes there uncle 4

Poker -SMG3 cheats, Lily's ruthless, and we don't want to feed Bob's gambling addiction Lily: COWARDS!

Mario Party 7 -Mario's never explained why he refuses to play this one specifically Mario: And I never will

Charades -Lil Coding and Saiko are really bad at reading body language

Scrabble -Most of us don't know how to spell

Among Us -We know, Mario Lil Coding: It's not even a party game! Mario: I'm not taking any chances

Any version of Bop-It! -We are all incredibly violent

Skip-Bo SMG3: The Poor Man's Uno don't @ me

Puyo Puyo -Lily and Tari are still on that government issued "No Popping Puyos" mandate they got slapped with after That Incident for a few more months

Go Fish -Apparently Lily, Meggy and Boopkins find it offensive

Wii Bowling -Someone always does the Ball Goes Backwards thing and we all act like it's the first time we've ever seen it and never actually finish the round because we just throw the ball back for two hours

Chess Mario: *flashbacks intensify*

Risk -I know for a fact that Marcy is cheating somehow, I just can't prove it! Marcy: lol get rect by my superior strategic might scrub

Tableturf -I know we haven't actually played it on game night before, but considering Meggy nearly caused an international incident the first time she played I think a preemptive ban is justified Meggy: ...Yeah, that's fair I guess.

Weegee Board -I can't believe I have to say this but SUMMONING A GIANT EVIL DEMONIC VERSION OF LUIGI IS NOT A PARTY GAME!!!!

[tinyetoile]

more character designs for my cluck AU

Heroblight Ganon and Cucco Zelda. 

I want to make clear that Link’s spirit has been evicted from his body, and that’s Ganondorf’s consciousness that has taken residence within it, so the character technically isn’t an evil Link.

Ganondorf doesn’t actually like being in Link’s body very much. He misses being tall, and buff, and not constantly hungry. Zelda takes offense to this, because at least he’s not poultry, thank you very much.

About Link’s injuries: While fleeing from the rampaging Guardians 100 years ago, Link tried to block a laser blast with his shield, and while his reflexes saved his life, his left arm was still severed, and the flaming debris from his exploded shield burned his face and ear. The Sheikah managed to recover the arm and put it in the Shrine of resurrection with him, which reattached it, but while it’s still useable there isn’t much feeling in it, and his left eye is blind (Ganondorf compensates for this with the Malice Eye in the helmet). The malice on his face covers the burn scars and clouded eye.

[impishmaverick]

somethings happening in my little mind (autism lair)

im even attempting an animation right now!

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Turning Circles - John and Virgil

Summary: Virgil is a keeper of a many things.

Universe: Ice Skating AU

A/N: For @knyee and @cttagverse . I see you, I know you all want some John, so I hope this delivers. It's not quite Yuri!!! On Ice John, but he was due for a private moment in the AU I keep open for my little ice skating play ground. Thanks to the @the-original-sineater for reading. I wrote this while on the beach, on my phone. So you can blame sand for any errors.

Read on Ao3

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For your listening pleasure: music Or here for YT.

At dawn's light and on his way towards drills, the timbre of his piano beckoned him towards the ice rink, familiar chords resounding out of the speakers that surrounded empty stands. Frigid air enveloped Virgil from the moment he pushed the doors open, the chill hitting his bones immediately as his breath became visible in the crisp morning. 

For a moment, he let the melody wash over him. The tune was one he'd wrenched from deep within his soul, and hearing it brought him back to the frantic days of university and the ever pressuring decision of what to do with the rest of his life. The version used in John's last singles free skate was a collaboration with one of his peers, and he'd enhanced the urgent melody with sweeping orchestrals - so powerful and immersive that the heart in his chest thundered the first time Virgil heard it, and every time after. 

His hockey skates slung over his left shoulder, Virgil stepped quietly to his right to disappear into the bleachers while he watched his brother perform. He'd always understood the path his brother had chosen. John wrote poetry on ice, expressed his heart with his blades and the movement of his silhouette. While he and his siblings found a family among their teammates, John's journey had been a solitary one. It hadn't initially been such a lonely one.

On the ice, absorbed wholly in the muscle memory of his program, John switched his edge in a flurry of footwork. He made it look like he could float along the edges, but Virgil knew every movement was an incredible feat of strength and dexterity.

Virgil's heart accelerated a beat before the music did; he recognized the cues of John's program and he was quickly approaching that moment. When, in front of thousands, John's power failed him and he'd fallen. Virgil wouldn't admit it aloud, but he always blinked and held back a hiss every time his brother propelled himself upward to defy gravity. He hadn't seen when John missed his Quad Lutz during competition, but he remembered the gasp of the audience.

Today, he couldn't bring himself to look away. 

Curiosity kept his eyes focused on every movement. John's skating was different, just as expressive as always, but without the stress of the score, it seemed more authentic and genuine. And though he didn't know he had anyone watching, John's art had every bit of Virgil's soul tingling as he felt himself connect with the emotions of his music made whole by the dance. 

John's heart was in it - in a way Virgil hadn't seen since John first took to the ice. 

He switched to his back, outside edge to prepare for the launch upward, his opposite leg extended with the toe pick poised…

… and planted. 

It wasn't even a breath. 

Virgil lost count of the rotations in the airtime, but John returned to the Earth, landing back on the foot he'd launched from. Not even a tremble, and in the air he went again. Toe loop, Virgil remembered  - another that used the toe pick. 

His next big element was a spin, but before then he completed a small series of moves, footwork that carried him from one part to the next. And in them, Virgil recognized the influence of Penny, the sequence altered just slightly to suit the influence of dance on his brother's career. And the effect of his dance partner's friendship on his life. 

They both had been so desperate for that second chance, not quite ready to lose the love of their sport. Though it had been close, for both of them. 

Virgil had to believe, in his core, that there had been a reason. That theirs would be a story of overcoming. 

Close to the end now, John swung his momentum around, spinning, and spinning, until he pushed himself intentionally out and away from an invisible force - the last artistic element of his program as the single note echoed uncompleted. 

Virgil had written it that way so that the piece encouraged the listener to question if it was really over. And John had choreographed it to express just that - the chaos of a mind and body spinning until it came out on the other side.  Away from something? Towards something new? It was interpretation, but Virgil knew which one he believed. 

John's breath heaved loudly in the silence, and he dropped down to his knees with the end of the program. Virgil turned to leave, feeling suddenly like he'd been intruding on a private moment, even though he'd seen John perform hundreds of times before. But as his hand came to rest on the door, he heard a muffled sob from the figure on the ice. 

John looked up as Virgil turned back, the piercing green sharp and proud and swirling with emotions John only really shared through his artistry for those who had the perspective to listen -  which is why, instead of leaving, Virgil knew he was welcomed to approach. He stepped carefully across the ice since he was still wearing his boots and offered a hand to help him back up.

[shirogane-oushirou]

[cw vent: chronic illness, general world politics mention w no detail)

"man. i'm so tired. i feel like i can't do anything selfship related. is it because my energy's been sapped from family visiting and everyone wanting to do ~summer activities~ nonstop? am i so in my head about "getting ren's story right without stepping over any lines" that i've backed myself into a perfectionist corner? is the world just going to shit so hard that i can't have one (1) minute of escape on this blog before going back to working through the political hellscape we're in? god even trying to make this plushie pattern is killing me even though i want to hold my guy So Badly AUGH."

/finishes the plushie pattern after trying multiple body bases and literally buying a japanese ebook about plushie face and hair design/

"actually what if i lived forever and spent all of that time making an army of these fuckers to swim in? what then?"

[karmaphone]

surprised 2018 bumblebee isn't up there in the monsterfucker catalogue