none of them have ever used money before
(quote from it's always sunny in Philadelphia)
Odd Man Out © @cherrytraveller | @threestripeslider
Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis © @mutantninjamidlifecrisis
Trial and Error © @apatheticrobots
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latest SYONR news: Ming Fan was cursed with... OLD MAN DISEASE
MF, pinching the space between his eyebrows: you lot are gonna give me gray hairs, ugh.
MF chapter 17:
from Shen Yuan of No Relation by @grubus !!
MF design by @berriecherry <33
✦ TWITTER VERSION
EDIT: adding the versions with the extra dramatic lighting✨ cos theyre too funny; we love ourselves drama queen MF
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My murder mystery game is out on Steam! It's like Clue meets Ace Attorney, if there were creeping monsters hiding in everyone's pockets.
The game is completely free, and won't keep you for longer than 2-3 hours, so it's perfect for a cozy evening in, or a session streaming with friends!
Download it over here!
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showing off the commission i got from @ruporas for my fic, In the Next Life!
i'm still so incredibly excited about this. it's been some months since the story event that caused these scars, but i wanted SO BADLY to be able to see what they'd actually Look like... & Here They Are.
ruporas rendered the scars So Well, i just cant stop Looking at them... there's a Fresh & a Healed version, which ruporas was kind enough to give me without additional charge (Thank U Again😭😭) so i get to see what it looks like at different stages.
Lichtenberg Figures. in terms of actual scarring, lightning strikes that people survive don't tend to leave permanent scars, but the lichtenberg figures that they (usually temporarily) leave behind are just So Cool... Now, what happens when you get someone who can survive an amount of electricity/lightning that would be Frankly Lethal to any normal human person?
This :]
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Edward Robert Hughes,
The Weary Moon [1911]
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“Huh. I wasn’t expecting you.”
The yokai lowered his eyes to find he was no longer alone. A figure sat at the table, spectral and not entirely whole. The outline was there, but it was as if it had been scoured haphazardly with an eraser until key features were left blurred. Yet even with the top half of his face missing, it was still recognizably Leonardo.
“Is that so.” Draxum arched an eyebrow. “Who were you expecting, then?”
“Thought I heard…” The boy’s head lolled as if it was too heavy to be supported by his neck. Though Draxum could not read his expression, he seemed to be looking at a plate next to him, marked by a folded orange napkin. “Hm.”
He patiently waited for Leonardo to continue, prodding only when a response no longer seemed forthcoming. “Yes?”
“...Dunno.” The slider made a confused noise and shrugged his shoulders, one hazy and one not. “What’re we talkin’ about?”
Many thanks to @heckitall for his lovely work on this piece. I commissioned him to draw a scene from the sixth chapter of my fic, don't pay my ransom, and he did an amazing job with it. Thanks so much for bringing this scene to life, Heck!
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baptized in blood,
it drips from my nose
with no absolution.
what if it was easy?
Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary
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for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k
prompt: young Dean
inprnt / redbubble
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