#will i? probably not

[dreamsy990]

this joke mightve worked better for dream drop distance in retrospect

[justsigma-bsd]

ooc: currently debating to just... throw Sigma at a random character and see what happens lmao

[khyvehes]

Happy Batman Day! Tosses a year-old unfinished BatKhy sketch at you

[i-am-too-sick]

Woke up a year older and thought hey, i wanna write a series.

[ethereal-feline]

I wonder if Nicque Marina has watched Mob Psycho 100 yet

I say this partially because of my own brain rot and because I get the feeling I know what observations/skits she'd make like...

Suzuki Senior being a bad dad AND has/had Endeavor's colors(red hair blue eyes), relentlessly dragged by Sho at every opportunity.

Teru's humbling. The sparkle emojis, the sunglasses, I genuinely don't know what prop she'd use for Teru's wig but what if it always changes lol

Her Reigen will always have sunglasses. And/or something to drink. Like her Tony Stark. Plays up the parental side.

An entire skit of Ritsu and Reigen silently beefing, big forced smiles, and Mob just chilling and vibing

Body improvement Club. Apparently the English VA for the captain is also Endeavor. Surely, there is a joke to be made here.

I would do the "day x of recommending MP100" but I don't have a youtube channel(only an account to watch and like videos) and the thought of increasing my social media presence haunts me so into tue void of tumblr does this go 😂

[angelicjackles]

just know that if you interact with my posts and i follow it up by liking yours immediately afterwards that is my anxious ass way of saying hey :)

[bardly-working]

 just a little Ludinus Da’Leth meta (c3ep44 spoilers)

Say you’re an elf living in Wildemount.

It is well after Calamity, an event which lasted several centuries, devastating the entire world, permanently altering the landscape of entire continents.  You grow up hearing stories of how your god Corellon the Archeart abandoned your people, leaving the greatest elven civilization in Wildemount to ruin.  The elves of Northern Wildemount were only saved by the brilliance and benevolence of the archmages who managed to transport the elves to the Feywild.  And even so, despite this gift of the arcane, they returned to a broken land.

Some say the Archeart didn’t mean to turn his back on the elves; that he was deafened by the screams of his enemy and could not hear their cries.  But it matters little.

After the Calamity, the northern elves were forced to rebuild. And so they did: Molaesmyr, the most beautiful city in the world, designed to emulate nature’s best qualities but bend them to the will of mortals.  Buildings taller than the highest trees, an incredible metropolis nestled and the seat of power of the new Elven kingdom.  Molaesmyr is home to the greatest scholars seen since the Age of Arcanum.  It is still a fairly new city when you are born, but already its beauty and potential is self-evident.  And you will see it grow only greater.  You will see to it that your people reclaim their place in the world, that they rebuild their glorious civilization.  This city can be a shining beacon for all the world to see, a symbol of man’s triumph over adversity, of the power of intellect and creativity and the Elven spirit.  It is your home, and you love it more than anything.

Catastrophe strikes again.  Different, this time.  You are a man grown, but still on the younger side, and are not privy to the higher ups who might know how this disease started, whether it was something researchers brought back from the north or some natural plague spawned from the forest, or something even worse.  And no one knows why it interacts with the veil between planes as it does, how it draws such wild fey beasts here and twists the people, your people, into monstrosities.  Shadow creatures, chitines, banshees, and wraiths.  Once again, the elves — those who survive — flee.  Many of them cry out to the Archeart, still in vain.  This time the story is that he cannot interfere because of the Divine Gate.  He is too far removed, a consequence of protecting your people from the Betrayer Gods.

But your people weren’t protected!  They suffered and died by the thousands!  Your civilization is gone!

You live in the Empire now.  A largely human world, but no matter: they are short lived, you can shape the kingdom over time in a way their small minds fail to even notice.  You don’t bother with the mockery of an Elven capital they have scraped together: Bysas Tyl will only fall again, as seems the destiny of your civilization unless you find a way to prevent it.  So that’s what you do.  You study, and work, and learn.  You learn everything there is, and then you keep learning.  History and all its forbidden knowledge is laid bare before you.  The intricacies of the planes.  The warp and weft of the weave from which you draw your magic.  You hear whispers of the secrets of the moon, of gods devoured before the Founding.  Of a god eater.  But this means little.  This is yet another fairy tale of beings locked away, whether incapable or unwilling to act.

Then you hear tell of a foul empire rising to the east, a corrupt and treacherous people: the Drow, followers of the Betrayer Gods.  Slavers and monsters, all.  Those who fought for Lolth, the Spider Queen against your own people, even against the Archeart during the Calamity.  Their very name speaks of shadow and hate.

Yet their empire didn’t fall.  Eight hundred years, and their godless empire shines brighter than ever.

But what have these gods ever done for you?  Rewarded the faithless and monstrous, while punishing those who were faithful?  Decimated the land in their petty squabbles between each other?  How can a god call himself all-powerful if a gate bars him from doing his duty to protect his people?  And if he can, but chooses not to?   What does that make him?  All ethics and philosophy would deem such an entity an evil and oppressive force, exerting their will and dominance over the world, demanding worship as their right while destroying lives at their whim.

And if you view yourself as good, or at least working for the greater good, then... aren’t you compelled to fight against them?

Expeditions come back from the north again, echoing discoveries of long ago, from your first home.  They are led by your colleagues and subordinates this time, granting you access to all the knowledge they have gleaned.  And among their discoveries you hear of something called the Factorum Malleus.  The Creator Hammer.  The key you never realized you’d been waiting for.

Ludinus Da’Leth leads his Ruby Vanguard ever closer, each day, to the dawning of a new world.  A world made and molded only by mortal hands.

A world without Calamity.

[reliquiaria]

saw people redrawing famous paintings as their favorite ships and now i want to do it with my yumeships . . .

[doctormage]

the approximation of winter approacheth…..I am once again feeling the urge to play dragoned age

[starchasing-cryptid]

my brain keeps giving me scenes for the marauders era gossip girl au i thought of ages ago instead of doing that for the things i'm currently writing :/

[davekatzdefensesquad]

It’s nanowrimo time again

Time to fail miserably

[kurokmask]

im SOOOOOO close to finishing the zelink trapped in hell together fic. if i try i could finish it THIS WEEK

[theboludaspring]

A very small drabble crossover of Stranger Things and The Black Phone, Steve-centric. Just some writing practice, don't look for too much logic in this.

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Small bits of dried paint and dust fall from the ceiling as the door slams violently against the wall, shaking the foundations of the old house.

He doesn't dwell on it and doesn't take another second to go inside. His head jerks in every direction, searching for something, anything, that will help him find out where the kids are. The kids he has come to love as much as his brats in Hawkins, the kids he has timidly claimed but with an ever-growing and fiercer desire to protect. And that is what drives him, drives him to keep searching, their faces and names replaying in his mind as the rage inside him battles the icy terror that shakes his soul.

Posters of missing people covered the town. Posters of missing people with pictures of the kids. Someone had taken his kids.

He thinks of Gwen, her tearful face as she begs him to 'Please, please. Find my brother'. Her shame and fear as she tells him about her dreams, that they are only dreams, but maybe…

Steve clenches his fists, not even noticing the splinters digging into his skin from the force of his grip on his nail bat, the one with traces of the last time he used it, black mucus and demodog blood that for the first time, he is not afraid to mix with human blood.

The Grabber, he thinks, should never have gone after his children.

Finally, he sees it. A hidden door for those who don't know what they're looking for, a basement straight out of a nightmare. And Steve doesn't think, doesn't care. He runs and pushes hard at the door, a plea on the tip of his tongue to whatever god is listening, a 'please' that he repeats over and over in his mind because he doesn't know what he'll do if they... if they...

Then he sees it: a man. A man with surprise in his eyes and a mask covering half of his face. And behind him...

Behind him...

Steve screams. He screams with anger and aggression, with violence guaranteed, with a desire for revenge but an even greater desire to protect.

He screams because these kids are chained and injured. He screams because Finney, Robin, Bruce, Vance, Billy, and Griffin are dirty, far from home, scared, with barely a glimmer of hope in their eyes at the sight of him. He screams because it's unfair, everything is so unfair and-...

(They're alive, God, they're alive. Thank you thank you thank you).

Steve doesn't know what will happen in the next few minutes, but he swears that he will get those kids out of there, no matter what monster he has to face to do it.

[chowtrolls]

i wanna redo dia’s main outfit on his current sprites :(

[deathfavor]

could bring back xue yang and king of despair and solomon and barbatos and feng xin and such request muses....hmmm...