#i may continue this

[soggywert]

LIMITED LIFE DROP SO HERES AN ANIMATIC WHILE IM SICK FT TWO OF THE BAD BOYS

#limited life #limited life smp #limited life fanart #myctblr #animatic #solidaritygaming #solidaritygaming fanart #smallishbeans #smallishbeans fanart #limited life bad boys #bad boys #i may continue this

[kbluebirdart]

A Silly comic about Zelda and Link traveling to Gerudo desert. Before they access to Gerudo town, the two spending a lot of rupees traveling and bought a lot of bomb arrows (Zelda : so so expensive!) Now they’re here but...

(They’ll stick around for a whole week there... )

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Making a comic with all colors pages is hard and takes amount of times to finish but it’s nice to enjoy the process of it!

Thanks for reading 

#I may continue this #breath of the wild #zelda #princess zelda #botw zelda #botw Link #comic #fan art #art #botw #Pre-totk comics : Gerudo desert #my art

[literarynecromancy]

Nicolette "Necro" Tindall

Born Nicolette Renee Tindall, Necro is a young Calhemite woman at the age of 24 with bright carrot ginger hair and wide, green eyes. Her hair falls well past her shoulders and more down to the middle of her back - even when in the usual low ponytail she sports. She’s a big fan of bright eyeshadow offset with her way of applying smudged liner at the waterlines, as well as wearing things loud and eye-catching most of the time. Her shoes are not excluded from this and even though they are simple laced sport shoes they are decorated with a myriad of stickers. Most of which dirty as the rest of the shoe and hanging on for dear life if not already ripped in some spot. She’s almost always wearing some type of fun earrings as well. With her current favorite being some little pink studs shaped like an ice cream cone that Roswell bought her for her birthday the year prior.

She’s on the shorter side, and easily identifiable with two distinguishing tattoos: A circular teardrop-like one underneath her right eye that marks her as one of the People of the Occulum, and one on her left shoulder that marks which bloodlines she’s from within the commune. She also cannot stay still for the life of her. Always bouncing even when idling in place and doing something with her small and lightly calloused hands when sitting.

Optimistic and extroverted to a fault, if people didn’t know better than they would never assume that she’s hopelessly addicted to Witchblood - the drug that the People of the Occulum make that grants various cryptalter-like powers. It’s actually from this that Necro gets her nickname from. Her eyes turn bright scarlet instead of their usual green and she holds command over the domain of the grave. Able to use spirits to her own ends and communicate with them as easily as she could a living person. This rare power earned her the nickname among her peers, and set her up to be chosen as the next Head of the People when she came of age and married into the family line. This was not something that she wanted, but was found to be on the path without her full understanding anyway.

#I may continue this #I may not #idk yet #i just wanted to share my gorl #writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #death rattle: about #my attempt at writing

[feverreaver]

In. Out.

Breathing shifted his lungs- shifted the space they occupied until he felt his ribs protest in creaks as they expanded, in, and cracks as they contracted, out. The counting of seconds was the pulling of teeth. Was the pulling of nails as his fingers clenched, released, clenched at his sides, dusty with concrete grit and dried black that wasn’t blood.

In. Out.

Billy Hargrove was breathing.

It was a wet, rattling sound- reminded him of the porcelain he’d put away in the cupboard wet only once before Neil made sure he’d never make that mistake again, and if he wasn’t so tired, Billy was sure he’d be hurting right now. Hurt more or less than the lesson he was taught that day? He didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

His fingers slipped with moisture, viscous and tacky under his nails. Billy clenched them harder, and kept breathing. In (concrete shifting above, and it was so dark he didn’t realize his eyes were open until he was forced to close them against the fall of dust), out (voices, almost louder than the squish-expand of his lungs, ones that Billy didn’t know. Thank Christ he didn’t know.)

Light, he thought as the largest of the slabs was lifted away, hurt more than his lungs. Hurt more than the lessons Neil taught down into his skin with red that was very different from the black that Billy could now see pooling from his chest. Black. “Christ.” Billy squinted down and away from the search light. A little rat part of him wanted to disappear further into the dark hole, and never come out (Like Heather. Like he did to Heather.) He barely had the strength to glare when a hand, covered in a glove, partially eclipsed by a yellow Nomex sleeve, appeared in his face. Pressed delicately against his sternum to steady him, where his lungs rattled and creaked down below. “Easy there, son. We almost got you out.” Billy scoffed and didn’t regret it when it hurt, because he could see himself now, and the only thing the rescuer was pulling out was a closed-casket corpse. “Bullshit.” To the man’s credit, he didn’t bother lying more to Billy’s face. He shut his eyes.

He heard names get tossed around like cheap candy, Brenner repeated the most often. He heard the sound of so many goddamn footsteps, delicate over something as hard as concrete, over someone as fucked up and monstrous as Billy- they feared accidentally collapsing the little makeshift cave they found him in. They feared a lot of things, all centered around what could go wrong, instead of the fact that things were already fucking wrong. A monster in a hole. Closed-casket funeral. And then, later, so much later, a monster in a medical facility, strapped up to beeping machines in a sterile white room. Billy didn’t open his eyes. The light of it was hurting behind his eyelids, the smell of antiseptic and bleach stinging his nose, and he’d swallowed that shit, didn’t he? Gallons of it. How the fuck isn’t he dead? The sound of a chair scraping against the floor had his fingers twitching against the thin bed sheets. A voice. Friendly. Fatherly. Billy screwed his eyes even tighter shut. “Good morning, Billy. I’m Dr. Brenner. We have a lot to discuss.”

#Billy Hargrove #mild gore #ficlet #my writing #i may continue this #billy hargrove deserved better

[jellyheadwriting]

waking you up (claire elford x reader)

claire x GN reader

In the case of Claire, the two of you would be in a flower field. She wanted to bring you to her favorite spot on a date, so you had a picnic and frolicked around together for a couple of hours. Eventually, you ended up back on the picnic blanket, sleepy and worn out from having fun. Claire sat down with her legs under her, her back up against a tree, and patted her lap invitingly.

“You look sleepy,” she said with warm cheeks. “Want to rest on my lap before we go home?”

How could you refuse an offer like that? You laid down at once, gently setting your head into her lap, looking up and meeting her gaze before closing your eyes. As she began to play with your hair, you fell asleep.

A while later, you felt something ticklish all over your face, and music filled your ears. Claire’s voice traveled, singing her favorite song to rouse you from your nap. As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw that she was pecking you on your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, her grinning face hovering over yours.

“Good morning,” she said, chipper after seeing that you had opened your eyes. “The sun is setting. We need to go…”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, kissed her nose, and then laid back down again.

“Okay,” she said, affectionate, “Just a little longer, then.”

#claire elford x reader #witchs heart imagines #i may continue this #later #gn reader #fluff

[skyberia]

workarounds to having a vampire as your partner in crime

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #néphos #bg3 tav #doodles #néphos used to do crimes for profit pre-game so i like to think that post-game they recruit astarion into it #dnd rules say ''can't enter a residence without an invitation from one of the occupants'' #technically. if you squint. someone who's inside the building is an occupant. Break-ins for murder may continue

[attyattlaw]

like hiring a horse to dogsit

#based on an actual conversation ive had #trafalgar law #killer #massacre soldier killer #op killer #can we just settle on killer's actual tag like actually? #eustass kid #eustass kidd #this may come as a surprise but i was killer in that conversation #ross then proceeded to compute the actual ascorbic acid content relative to my body mass and i just continued drinking #that band au #forgot that tag #tw alcohol

[great-and-small]

You know what I hate about the internet? Sometimes people will just lazily slap a “citation” on an infographic and trust that they’ll be completely taken at their word and nobody is going to dig deeper. And it works all the time. As an example, please look at this photo someone posted to dispute my assertion that garlic can be toxic to dogs.

Okay well, kind of a pain to manually type in that link but obviously I am going to look into this study that is confident enough to recommend people feeding their dogs garlic. So here’s the article, kind of a weird journal choice for this graphic to reference from but looks like a legit (though 20 year old) study

Funny thing is, almost immediately this article acknowledges that garlic can indeed be toxic to dogs. The health benefits mentioned in the graphic are referring to human health, not canine. This section is literally in the introduction of the article and one of the first things you read. Emphasis here is mine.

Crazy to me that someone would imply that this article encourages giving dogs garlic when it in fact immediately asserts that doing so has the potential to cause hemolytic anemia. The article does explore the anti-thrombotic effects of garlic components in dogs and humans, but by no means does it say that “contrary to misconceptions garlic is safe for pets”. It is dishonest to assert this in an infographic. However the creator of the image correctly assumed nobody would check, because the person who posted it took it as fact without further investigation.

I am begging you to be skeptical. Check your sources. Check their sources. Check my sources. Learn how to dig deeper and exercise that muscle as much as you can, especially on the internet. You will be absolutely shocked how much misinformation is casually stated and received as pure fact.

#scicomm #vetblr #veterinary medicine #I already know people are going to say they like giving their dogs garlic and will continue to do so- whatever pls just don’t tell me 😭 #sorry if the link doesn’t work for you you may need access #dogs #pets #science literacy #biology

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

#letting me just download the minecraft font? for free? a mistake #if you or a loved one have been suffering from RED TEXT you may be entitled to compensation #my art #god at this point i really do need a writing tag don’t i #<- will continue not addressing this #secret life #goodtimeswithscar #grian #secret life spoilers #sorry tumblr user livvi3love for not making one with all the deaths again #if you (or anyone) did want to illustrate this one as well you’re more than welcome to but i am not expecting anything #i can do an explainer thing again like i did last time but that is for tomorrow #right now i am just. very tired #but for now i will confirm yes the colors Matter #i literally made this on accident against my will #i was trying to DRAW

[emry-stars-art]

Bringing back my love for aftg tv/actor au

Taken from this post (again) (there’s another one here too btw) by @thespineoftherighteous 😌💕 I love it so much lol

I need to do the "are you flexing your abs rn" one too *sighs* one day

#PLEASE if you somehow havent seen that yet go read them all #theyre gold #honorable mention for allfortheslay25 actor au as well #loveeeee the art and everything for it #these aus all make me so happy #this was fun drawing for them this month lol #i would perhaps continue but guess whats next monthhhhhh #i am so unnecessarily excited for may #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #others aus #actor au #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #chibi #digital

[dailyeohkakyoin]

the crusaders do have a healer.

they don't like to talk about it.

#jjba #kakyoin noriaki #kujo jotaro #joseph joestar #muhammad avdol #daily #((bet you thought i abandoned this blog. well jokes on YOU. i havent stopped thinking about it ONCE since i started it.)) #((the guilt is killing me. but not really. anyway this is 100% canon to my blog's continuity and you may quote me on that.)) #((i cannot guarantee regular updates going forward but i am at the very least trying to get back on track!)) #((regardless! hope you enjoy this silly joke. i spent a long time on it and i definitely had more to say about it but i forgot.)) #((peace and love💚))

[petricorah]

🍃 couldn't decide on which of jin's hairstyles i liked best so i combined them [id in alt]

#zuko #zuko fanart #atla fanart #avatar the last airbender fanart #avatar the last airbender #avatar fanart #atla #jin avatar #zuko x jin #look yall know i love zukka and i love mai and zuko but jin will always have a soft spot in my heart #i never read the comics and have no intention of doing so but heard that mai broke up with him? and if he can't be with mai i do think it #would be endearing to have him be with jin. and b funny for her to suddenly have the firelord show up at her door step asking for a date #and that he could have a connection to where iroh spends his time and split time between there and the fire nation capital #she continues to call him lee #edit: in the show she wears her hair in braids one time and the a ponytail the second time and i combined them for this

[laundrybiscuits]

(ETA: now edited and up on AO3)

Look. Eddie knows he can be a little uptight about these things, but. There are rules. If you become a vampire, you don’t need to go full gothic Count Von Dickhead or whatever, but you absolutely cannot just wander around in a puffy vest and light-wash jeans. 

“Why not?” says Steve. He’s leaning back in an armchair, sipping on a bloodbag like it’s a goddamn juicebox. “What, are the vampire police going to arrest me?” 

He pauses. “Wait. There aren’t vampire police, are there?”

“No,” says Eddie. “Probably not. I don’t know. But there are standards which you are refusing to uphold, Steven.”

“Thought you were all about hating conformity, Edward,” Steve says. He’s got an obnoxiously cocky little smirk, the smug undead fucker. 

Eddie grimaces. “Don’t call me that, asswipe. Don’t you feel, like—the call of the night? The siren song of life coursing through fragile human veins? A hunger for destruction that those paltry plastic bags of blood can never truly slake?”

“The bloodbags aren’t so bad,” says Steve, around the straw. “Better than protein shakes.”

“I actually hate you,” Eddie tells him. “Vampirism is wasted on you.”

Steve noisily slurps the last of the blood out of the bottom of the bag. “Come on, you can’t really picture me in some Dracula getup, can you?”

The problem, of course, is that Eddie really, really can. When Robin had read him in on the whole situation, obviously he’d been horrified and concerned—but also, a whole wing of his brain had immediately been cordoned off to work overtime imagining Steve in elaborate Dark Prince regalia, maybe leaning elegantly out of a castle window on the moors, gazing into the foggy dusk. Velvet might’ve been involved.

“...guess not,” says Eddie. It doesn’t sound incredibly convincing to his own ears, but Steve just shrugs and gets up to throw the bloodbag away. 

“There you go, man,” he says, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he passes. “It’s the 80s. Vampires can be whatever we wanna be.”

———

It gets way too easy to forget about Steve’s condition, until Eddie ends up having to haul him out of a bar in Indy before they get banned for life.  

“Simmer down, buddy,” Eddie says, pulling him into the shadow of the van. “Let’s get those fangs packed away before any of the nice villagers wander by with torches and pitchforks.”

“I’m good,” pants Steve. “It’s all good. Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

Eddie lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Sure, that’s why your eyes are glowing red and you’re, like, fully vamped out. Which, by the way, looks extremely dumb with the whole clean-cut vibe you decided to rock tonight.”

“Fuck you, I look great,” says Steve, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s not wrong, it’s just not relevant to how he also looks extremely dumb like this, wearing a pristine henley with fangs hanging out in the parking lot for anyone to see.

“So what the hell happened in there, man? I was finally starting to get somewhere with Todd, and…” Eddie trails off in dawning realization.

“Holy shit, am I—I’m like your territory, aren’t I? Your stupid vampire brain got all screwy and decided to loop me in with Robin and the kids as part of your freaky human coven.”

“Uh,” says Steve. He looks unhappy in a shifty kind of way. “Something like that, maybe.”

“Wait, so, are Nancy and Jonathan—are you okay with them because they’re both already in the vamp pack? Is Vickie gonna have to be inaugurated before she and Robin can bone down?” Eddie perks up. “Shit, is there a ceremony? We could totally do a ceremony.” He bets he can get the kids to liberate some velour curtains from the drama club. With a few candles, they could get some serious atmosphere going.

“No, shut up, nobody’s doing a damn ceremony,” Steve groans. “Vickie’s fine.” 

“Okay,” says Eddie. “So…you gonna tell me what all that was about, then? Do I have to start running guys past you first so your vamp instincts don’t wig out? Or…hm, maybe Argyle’d be down to mess around sometime.”

Steve lets out an actual snarl with weird animal echoes, then claps a hand over his mouth.

“Sorry,” he says, muffled. The shadows around them seem darker somehow. 

“So I’m just not allowed to get laid ever again,” says Eddie slowly. “For vampire reasons.”

“Do whatever you want, man.” Steve’s still got his hand pressed tight over his mouth. 

“And it’s…just me?” Eddie peers at the tightness around Steve’s eyes; the way he’s scowling stubbornly at his feet. “Huh. Kind of…possessive, Harrington.”

“It’s—weird,” says Steve miserably, dropping his hand at last. “I know it’s fucking weird.”

“Maybe.” Eddie shrugs, biting down on the grin he can feel tugging at his mouth. “Lucky for you, I’m into that shit.”

“What?” Steve frowns. “You’re…”

“Always wanted a vampire boyfriend,” says Eddie. “Like, are you kidding? I would’ve sold my fucking soul at 15 for something like that.”

“I’m starting to feel a little objectified here,” says Steve, but he’s smiling, and he reaches out to snag Eddie’s belt loop and tug him stumbling closer. “Just in it for the fangs, huh?”

“Well, you’re kind of a shitty vampire, actually.” Eddie drapes his arms over Steve’s shoulders. “So I guess I must just be in it for you.”

Steve hesitates, searching Eddie’s face. Stray red lights are still sparking like embers in Steve’s irises. “Okay, but—you’re in it? Right?”

“Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Bunnicula. I’ll send the vampire police after you, just watch me,” says Eddie, and kisses him.

#steddie #vampire steve harrington #I don't know what happened; I just sat down and wrote this even though I have a million other things to do #I was briefly possessed by the spirit of 'what if steve harrington were the least genre-appropriate vampire of all time' #and also my perpetual need to write people with terrible communication skills #I may edit this a bit more when it's not 3am but ftr I am not planning on any continuations

[egophiliac]

WOOO we're finally getting some Ride Kamens story content! ...and it's mostly Leon getting REALLY into being a small business owner! this is (unironically) an excellent sign for the future.

(what do you mean the Agent isn't wearing cat ears 24/7 in every outfit) (can't hear you la la laaaaa)

#art #ride kamens #look i need to differentiate between my agent and my yuu somehow and it might as well be the cat ears #anyway leon is precious. i love him already. he's SO excited about running a cafe! #sasuga super shitsuji... #other highlights include: saigo being weird about water and mad guys continuing to be the 'agata and his two horrible children' show #(i mean this affectionately i love these gremlins) #late may release let's GOOOOO #between this and more episode 7 in twst i'm gonna be eating SO well this month #get in the car lads we're getting happy meals with BOTH sides

[nerdpoe]

The One Unaccounted For

Danny had never seen Skulker look so pleased.

Normally the ghost was always at least a little happy to duke it out with Danny, but this? The ghost was positively vibrating with excitement.

"Okay, okay, time out. What's going on, man?" Danny had to call out, launching himself above a shot and hovering there.

Skulker fucking giggled. Skulker. Giggled.

"I have been hired by the Observants to hunt down a formidable foe. Our battle-" "-Will be glorious." Danny finished, much to the confusion of the ghost who had not been around for such refined culture.

"Yes! They also insist I bring another ghost, just in case it is 'too much' for me. Walker will not leave the Zone, Ember is still angry with me, Johnny and Kitty told me to..." Skulker cleared his throat, glancing at Danny, "And the last ghost I can think of is you, and I know you'll come to at least watch."

Danny's curiosity was piqued, he wasn't going to lie to himself. He still had to act like he needed to think about it though.

"Uh-huh, and who are you going after?"

Skulker almost started vibrating as he began his description.

"It is a ghost who has continuously evaded Walker, and caused so much strife and mayhem that even the Observants seek to drag him to confinement. He hides in the mortal world, in the city that knows no day, and alters the memories of that entire city."

So Danny was actually a bit on board with hunting this dude, actually. Memory manipulation was not cool.

"This ghost loves to torture mortals and claims it is for fun. Once! Once, he altered the memory of a young boy hero, to make him think he'd been tortured, and then altered the memory of the boy's mentor to believe that the boy was dead, all so that the boy would be buried alive. For fun. Then he almost completely wiped the boys memories of his life prior to being buried."

Skulker was beginning to actually get angry just retelling the story, and Danny was right there with him. Graves were sacred, and any ghost knew that. There was a ghost that willingly desecrated them? No wonder Walker wanted him.

If anything, Danny had to think that Skulker had glossed over Walker because he was positive that the Warden was foaming at the mouth just thinking about this criminal.

There was just one thing.

"So why do the Observants want in on this?"

Unless this ghost was actively threatening the balance of Life and Death, there really was no need to go after him.

"Because he has interfered with and altered the denizens of that city so much that the majority of them, if not all of them, are becoming as your puny mortal friends. Can you imagine that? A Living, a Mortal, blessed with the powers of Death. There are reports that one twisted their own time so much, he is now forever alive."

"Okay, that's super concerning. How did he do that?"

Skulker floated closer, almost like this was a gossip session in a sleepover.

"We believe he may have hidden a portal or twelve in the city of Gotham. He wears the semblance of a deranged clown, and is obsessed with laughter."

Well. Shit. Danny knew who they were after, he just hadn't know that Joker was actually one of their own. Half of his own?

"Fuck it, let's go drag the dude into the afterlife." He swore he heard a quiet squeal from the giant robot, but elected to ignore it.

He had to figure out how to either outsmart or work with the Big Bat himself, and he wasn't sure which would be better.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #phanfic #the one unaccounted for #this is a rough draft #i may or may not continue it #i may or may not polish it #as it stands #this tiny bit had to get out of my head.

[goodafterwoon]

🕊️🍉💚 In solidarity with the people of Palestine. (A contribution for @freewatermelonartjam )

#I live in a country that has continuously turned down protest requests and discourages people from displaying any political symbols. #Any form of activism is tightly restricted or kept subtle #hence this “educational animal poster” was made. #This artwork may be subtle in speech but my stance and views are not. Genocide is genocide. #free palestine #palestine #free gaza #ceasfire now #art for palestine #gaza genocide #gaza #apartheid #palestine mountain gazelle #Gazella gazella #mountain gazelle #animal art #zoology #taxonomy #wildlife art