#y'all should check it out!

[artsarasp]

"The demon trapped beneath the mountain chuckled, his breath trailing off in a choked wheeze."

Howdy Howdy, I'm gonna be quietly insane about @mira-eyeteeth fic "Ouroboros" Where Shen Yuan transmigrated into Zhuzhi-Lang.

It's gonna be GREAT.

[slightlyartist]

✨ The First Collab in the Universe ✨

[moongothic]

Madoka is the promise you won't turn from a child, full of hopes and dreams and the wish to save the world, into a bitter adult who just wants to hurt others and ruin people's lives

Madoka promised to be there for you to remind you of the person you wanted to be and to stop you from becoming what you sought to destroy

Madoka made that promise and became the very embodiment of it

[echosong971]

self-care is making D&Destiny character sheets for the Vanguard and your Young Wolf's fireteam

[fungifanart]

MC: *trying to flirt for the umpteenth time*

Leona "All The Laxatives In The World Couldn't Help My Emotional Constipation" Kingscholar: Go. Away.

MC, clenching his fists: .......Stupid--

MC, hitting Leona's back: No-ass-having--

MC, grabbing and pulling at Leona's uniform and hair: STINKY HOBO PRINCE--

MC, throwing an absolute tantrum: LET ME LOVE YOU!!!

[destiny2-names]

[aquaquadrant]

Sated

Word count: 1,200 Warnings: Violence, death, animal death A/N: My piece for the 5th edition of @trafficzine was Gem's session 7 task (the boogeyman apocalypse). Had lots of fun with it, please reblog/comment if u enjoy! - Aqua

Sated

~

It starts before Gem even opens her task book. 

Her mouth goes dry; she thinks it’s the shock, as she reads. It’s the weight of the task she’s just been given. She’s never been the boogeyman. That was before her time. And now she needs to infect the entire server. It’s a daunting task, but she’s up for the challenge. As she chats idly with her bandmates, a scratch starts up in her throat. She has to swallow down a cough a few times- though each time, her mouth gets drier.

After they disperse to prepare for their tasks, Gem kneels by the pond outside her cottage and scoops water into her cupped hands. But as soon as she puts it to her lips, it seems to evaporate. She can feel the water passing into her mouth, down her throat, into her stomach- but it does nothing to soothe her.

Her mouth is still dry. And worse, now- her stomach feels empty. Nibbling on a piece of steak brings a similar result; it’s dry and tough and flavorless, and after eating it, her stomach feels even emptier. There’s a powerful craving for… something inside her. An aching, yawning chasm in her heart.

It terrifies and confuses her. Is this what it’s like to be the boogeyman?

She stares at Scott and Impulse. They’re both green. They’re strong, healthy. She can see it in their eyes. And somehow, strangely enough, she can almost smell it on them- the extra hearts, the pure life flowing through their veins. It’s alluring. She licks her lips.

“Don’t come near me, just for a little while,” she tells them, turning away.

~

Gem’s kill on Bdubs leaves her reeling.

The second he poofs away, torn apart by zombies spawned by her hand, an odd sensation washes over her. It’s like the coolest, sweetest water soothing her sore throat. It’s a warm meal comfortably filling her stomach. It’s energy and strength flooding her veins, electricity out the tips of her fingers. After losing nearly two rows of hearts to Scar, it’s sorely needed. She’s almost giddy as she climbs back to the surface to find Bdubs.

He’s already licking his lips, before she even hands him the book. Killing is enough to spread the infection, then. As she guides him through the new task he’s been given, she feels her mouth go dry again, and she realizes that killing is only a temporary fix.

~

“You said you needed one more person,” Impulse says. Always eager to please, wanting to be involved in things. He thinks he understands, but he doesn’t. Not really.

Gem hesitates. “Trust me, you don’t- you don’t want…” She swallows, licks her lips. She and Bdubs have already tried and failed to kill Tango, and they’re both starting to feel it. Every step, every word, every breath takes more effort to get out. The scent of Impulse’s life is incredibly tempting, but she’d wanted to spare her band as long as she could. “I mean… no…”

Impulse insists. Bdubs kills him.

She sees him swallow it down; the relief that floods his wide eyes. The sudden vigor that returns to his body. The way he breathes a little easier. And she realizes that while the curse can only be spread if the newest victim takes part, the killer is the one who gets sated. 

Gem gasps. “You did it!” she cheers, even as she bites back her envy. “Did you gain hearts? You gained hearts, right? That felt good?”

“Yes, I did,” Bdubs breathes.

She tries not to hate him for it.

~

Gem’s sword slashes through the empty air where Scar used to be.

Pearl’s arrow got there a millisecond faster. Gem locks her feelings behind a smile of bared teeth. “Perfect,” she praises Pearl even though her mouth feels like sand and her limbs feel like lead. She’s been cursed longer than Pearl, she needs it more, can’t Pearl see how much she needed it?

She licks her lips. It doesn’t help.

~

Gem trudges next to Impulse, the cherry tree mountain looming before them. She gives him a sidelong look; Impulse’s face paint has dried into powder, dusted in the hollows of his cheeks. 

“Is the server weirdly quiet?” she asks. Every breath rasps against her throat, like she’s inhaling brambles. Her stomach gnaws at her. It’s been ages since her last kill.

“Yeah, I know,” Impulse murmurs. His eyes are sunken. He licks his lips.

~

“I would rather not kill Cleo, personally,” Etho says, because he’s still fresh and he doesn’t understand. He didn’t see the way she turned on Scott.

Gem nods. “Well, you have to participate in the next kill, for the curse to spread, so it’s your call.”

“Yeah, let’s go for Tango,” Etho decides, unsurprisingly.

She doesn’t mind. He’ll understand soon; he’s already clearing his throat.

~

Gem respawns in her cottage after a stray shot from Scar takes her last yellow hearts.

Scott’s there. He’s yellow, but still uninfected. The scent is maddening.

“How are you feeling?” Gem asks, her grip tightening on her sword.

He runs.

~

Wolves pour down the mountainside and sprint headlong into lava, all snapping jaws and burning fur. Their deaths bring Gem no satisfaction. Instead, she sets her sights on the life blood she can smell, sheltering behind the stone walls of the castle.

Her army has grown significantly. They swarm the castle almost like a single being, unified in mind and body. Not just by their shared task, but by their desperation to kill. To be sated.

“The curse feels so good,” Gem lies, as they close in on their next kill, “just let it take over!”

It’s Scar’s kill, in the end. She licks her lips.

~

Gem stands before the Secret Keeper.

She can feel the others’ eyes burning into the back of her skull. The resentment for bringing them to this point. Most have lost a life, and all have lost hearts. All this struggle just to fail at the end, when she could’ve spared them by failing at the start.

Despite her exhaustion, Gem keeps her shoulders back and chin up. She was given a nearly impossible task, and she nearly succeeded. She assembled an army and led it well. She doesn’t regret it. But privately, she’s glad it’s over.

“I failed!” Gem declares, hitting the button. 

This isn’t the first time she’s failed a task, but it’s the first time she’s failed as a red, and she isn’t prepared for what happens. The weight of the curse falls off her; body strengthening, mind sharpening. That much is back to normal.

But Gem is seized with horror as she finds that thirst, that hunger, that craving, is still there.

Martyn locks eyes with her from the assembled crowd. Martyn, the only person who was red without the curse. There’s understanding in his gaze, solemn and empathetic, and suddenly his eyes look more hollow than they used to.

And Gem realizes that while she might no longer be infected with the boogeyman curse, she’s still a red name, and there’s a reason they’ve always said the two things aren’t so different.

Her mouth is dry. She licks her lips.

~

[woeismywaffle]

Lesbianism

[mawrrbid]

Dropping this commission I just got from Chizu!

I love it so much akdkdkdkf, I need to get more art from her (as if I didn't have enough already). TT

[aparticularbandit]

so. there's pokemon game called infinite fusions. and a couple of the poketubers i like are doing a soul link of it.

and this pokemon shows up - a fusion of of gengar and latios - and it looks like this:

and i think, squinting at that bandana, that's kokichi.

but no, no, that's surely not a danganronpa reference, definitely not.

and then i found the page with all of this artist's other fusion designs for the game.

and i saw this:

and i was like, okay, cool, that's blatantly kyubey but madoka and danganronpa, that's not the same, that's not a confirmation of anything.

this one is:

HI MONOKUMA.

[silentauthor96]

Shizuka: aww poor baby, you're just being fussy because you're sick 🥺

Hayato: he is literally always like this 🤨🤨

Shizuka: Shut up, Hayato 😠

[Vol. 25 Ch. 138]

[lonisaiou]

Archivist Luz ON TOP!!

This desing belongs to @/kyuusakucoded on twitter!!

[pjsk-story-summaries]

Sorry for the lack of updates recently!! The pros of having a personality very prone to hyperfixation is that I can make stuff like this very blog, but it also means I can get very heavily sidetracked if something grabs that attention. I am not abandoning this blog and never will, but updates may be slow for a while!

I'm planning to try and do my two outstanding event requests this weekend. I may only get to one, but I'm hoping to do both. And promise, the second the full translation for the 4th anni story are up, it Will be summarized.

[littleblueberryartist]

For the record I completely blame xia for this one <3

Speedpaint under the cut!

I might've gotten a bittttt carried away with the screentones

[sunriseseance]

Just got my first publication offer :3

[edmunderson]

BLACK: I feel like... I joined EVO too hastily. I wanted to actually do something with my life. But I feel like destruction follows me everywhere I go.

BLACK: I don't know why I thought this time would be different. I don't know why I thought... I could help anyone at all. People get made different. I'm not some fucking hero.

BOSTON: You've helped me...

BLACK: That... that comes naturally to me, at least.

Reanimated Heart