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do you own anything autographed items?

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Final bunch of Artfight attacks!

Vi for @tea--ghost

Gingham for mamma_b34r

Jon McKraken for Greatelder

Antero Zaagi for @midnightziege

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so for nanowrimo this year i decided to not write a novel but instead write a screenplay for my dream project, A MUPPET ODYSSEY, which is homer’s odyssey but it’s muppets, a la muppet christmas carol. i didn’t finish it :( but here’s some of it.

that’s from the teaser. this is the first scene:

odysseus makes it to the castle in phaeacia:

thanks for reading a muppet odyssey. if you enjoyed please hit that subscribe button and petition disney to let me write a muppet odyssey

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writing tip #3888:

if you don't explicitly tell readers your characters aren't muppets, how will they know for sure

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Another animated revenge, this one for @jestersunite. Trick’s mute, so of course I had to draw them signing!

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Still can't get over how comfy you made my idiot boy look!! I love seeing your art it's always so cool!!!

next round of artfight attackas

@vsnotresponding's quimera, @loopyhoopyfrood's pumpkin, @waitafrikk's nate and basil, and @nihidea-art's alexis!

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Artfight dump! I’m getting so many done this year, it’s really cool to see how much quicker I’m getting :)

Luke for @northwyrm

Tallin for @midnightziege

Kesia for @removx

Jan for @axeknee

Dolphin Girl for squeakheart

Anabelle for CuttleDreams

Keravel for Vernal-Witch

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What do you mean "what age is my book targeted at" what are you on?? It's targeted for me and any other depressed goblin out there with a broken humour and a roulette wheel for a moral compass, age has nothing to do with this.

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Artfight revenge on @albatris >:) I was so excited to draw Alex and really happy with how it turned out!

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every time i start explaining the edge chronicles to someone i have to derail the explanation for fifteen minutes to explain even the most basic fucking aspect of the series. so there's this cliff, right, and it's filled with MURDER TELEPATHS, but we don't have time for all that because of the woods which make you an immortal shambling corpse

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I polished up the car crash scene, do y'all wannit? you're gonna get it

TWs for blood, broken bones, eye trauma, self-injury, body horror, car accidents, swearing, Quinn being a dickhead

The trees leered and jeered at him as he pulled to a stop at Lefaye Grove; he knew something was wrong even before he saw the smoke, the skid marks, the broken road barrier. Quinn’s Lexus Phantom was parked haphazardly mid-road, blocking any oncoming traffic, and Nat’s first thought was, Jesus, Quinn, have you killed someone?

But Quinn’s car didn’t look damaged.

The smell of burned rubber assaulted Nat’s nose as he jumped out of his car. Glass gleamed in the early morning sunlight, light catching like little candles. Out past Quinn’s car Quinn themself was out and about, pacing, shouting, wringing a blanket between their hands. Two humans hovered at the side of the road, brows sank worriedly.

“I told you to get the fuck out of here,” Quinn was snarling.

“But the ambulance—”

“Yes, well, now you’ve gone and called one, there’s nothing else for you to do here, is there? Do you have to go sticking your nose into everyone’s goddamn business? Fuck’s sake!”

The taller of the pair said, “What’s wrong with you?”

Quinn growled through gritted teeth, too frustrated for words. Nat hurried over to them and stole a look through the eviscerated road barrier as he went. A car lay flipped against a tree, all shattered glass and crumpled tissue-paper metal.

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Nat made himself known to Quinn and the humans. “What happened?”

Quinn waved a hand at him and said, “Alex’s car...” Then again to the bystanders, “Can you fuck off? You’ve done enough damage!”

“Were you the other car?” Nat asked. “Are you guys okay?”

The shorter of the pair shook their head. “No, we just heard the commotion and called emergency services.”

“Oh.” Nat considered his options. “Quinn, you go to Alex. I’ll take care of things here.”

Quinn looked conflicted, but huffed and vanished.

“I’m really sorry about my friend,” Nat said to the humans. “You have to understand how stressed they are. That’s their partner in there.”

“We’re just trying to help.”

Have you tried helping? Or have you just been standing their ogling?

“I get that,” Nat said. “And thank you for calling ambos and cops and whatever. But we don’t need an audience. It’s just going to make things more stressful.”

“But—”

“If he’s dead in there, do you really want to see that?”

The humans exchanged looks with each other, then began to shuffle away to one of the nearby houses. Once they were tucked out of sight, Nat scrambled down the hill to meet Quinn.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Quinn was saying. “We’re going to get you out. Nat’s going to get you out.”

Nat felt the warmth of the sunrise clamouring at his back. “The sun—”

“Blanket,” Quinn snapped. “Obviously.” And, “We just need to get it out before emergency services come. They won’t understand. They’ll try to treat its wounds or drag it out into the sun or—”

A voice croaked from the car. “Nat?”

Nat peered into the wreckage. The roof was crushed, smashed against several trees and bearing down into the inside of the car in jagged, awful dents. Numerous branches had gnashed straight through the windscreen and side windows. Nat edged his gaze towards the figure in the driver’s seat, not wanting to look but knowing he had to. Alex was folded over himself, trash-compactored between the roof and the steering wheel. Steering wheel column through chest. Airbags hadn’t deployed. Neck bent at an angle that would have killed a human. Tree branch stabbed through waist.

Nat swallowed. “Hi, Alex.”

“Hi,” Alex mumbled.

He attempted to shift his head. Something popped and something cracked, and Nat saw muscles bulging under Alex’s skin as Alex’s neck realigned itself. A second terrible thing became immediately apparent—a stray branch had shoved through the tender softness of Alex’s left eye. The awful sucking sound as Alex extracted himself made Nat’s stomach churn. Alex's left cheekbone was completely shattered. His eye socket gaped. Blood poured down his face, coating his ruined flesh in slick red.

“I’m sorry about all this,” Alex said. “I was unconscious for a while. And now the sun…”

“Why are you apologising?” Nat said. “Jesus. What the hell happened?”

“Someone ran me off the road.”

“And just left?”

Alex sniffed. “Well, down here, I wouldn’t know.”

“Nat,” Quinn said. “Nat, I need you to flip the car back down so we can get Alex out. I’ll have the blanket ready.”

Nat looked from Quinn to the mangled vehicle, the way it was wedged against the trees and gripped by eager branches, and said, this time for entirely different reasons, “The sun.”

“No,” Quinn said. “I don’t care. You have to do it.”

“I can’t get vampire strength in the sun,” Nat insisted. “How am I supposed to—isn’t there some other way we can get him out?”

“If you can think of one, be my guest,” Quinn said. “I don’t give a shit how you do it, just do it.”

Nat took a moment. “We should… we should try to get that tree branch out of his side.”

Quinn fidgeted. “Just hurry.”

Nat manoeuvred himself to the shattered window and examined the point of impact closer. The branch wasn’t that thick—it looked breakable, possibly even without his vampire power—and it had burrowed neatly between Alex’s ribs. Nat gingerly wrapped his hands around the branch, shoulder-width apart, and tested its strength. The branch shifted minutely, wiggled a little in Alex’s flesh, and Alex groaned. This was doable. This was going to hurt a lot.

“Alex,” Nat said. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

Alex grunted in reply.

Nat didn’t bother counting down; the anticipation would only make things worse. He brought his knee up between his hands and snapped the branch in two. Alex yelped out as the branch chewed through more of his flesh. And—

“I think you broke a rib,” Alex wheezed next.

“Sorry,” Nat said.

“It’s fine.”

“I’m going to pull this branch out of you now.”

Alex clenched his teeth and grunted again.

“Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry—” as Nat ripped the shattered limb out of Alex’s side and hurled it to the dirt.

To his credit, Alex didn’t cry out this time, just sort of heaved a shuddering breath. Somewhere in the distance, sirens started howling.

“Hurry it up,” Quinn urged.

“I’m going as fast as I fucking can,” Nat muttered back, not caring whether Quinn heard. “Alright, Alex—” He lifted his voice again. “I’m going to try and push the car down.”

“Alright.”

Nat braced himself against the vehicle and shoved. Metal groaned and more glass crackled. Something was catching, something was in the way—Nat couldn’t see what it was. The car was so tightly wedged against the trees, so tightly embraced by the branches. He tried again, to no avail.

“Quinn, I—I can’t,” Nat said. “Maybe our best bet is waiting for emergency services and trying to explain the situation—”

Quinn didn’t say anything. They marched back to their own car and grabbed something from inside—a metal drink bottle—then marched back. They placed their hand against Alex’s car, their fingers spread evenly, and before Nat even realised what was happening, they raised the bottle up and brought it smashing down into the top of their hand. Then they did it again. And again. Rapidly. Mercilessly. Nat heard the sickening crack of shattering bone. Blood splattered across the metal. Alex inhaled sharply.

Quinn tossed the bottle away from themself and let it roll, their face still blank. They held their mangled hand out to Nat, red dripping from their fingertips.

Their voice was dead cold. “I need you to make yourself strong enough.”

The sweetness swarmed into Nat’s nose and he jerked away, a hand flying up to cover his mouth. Pain slammed through his jaw as fangs tore their way free from his gums, jagged and clumsy, several piercing straight through his lip. Hunger twisted agonisingly in his stomach and the Garble drove itself into his legs, his arms, flooding him with power and adrenaline, preparing his body for the hunt. It shouldn't have worked. The Garble couldn't do this in the sunlight. Why—

“Push,” Quinn snarled.

Nat pushed.

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Does this fanfiction make sense? Hold water? Not an ounce! Does that mean I’m going to stop writing it? Not an ounce! I’m a moron with a keyboard and half an idea and that’s your problem now. God couldn’t stop me and neither could my dad, and now I’m on your screen with another thousand words of whatever the fuck this is. Bon appetite bitch!

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Revenge on StrawberrySwirls, who gave me a very cute drawing of Quill <3 This was my first time doing animation and I’m pretty pleased with it!

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More artfight! The very cool Valaria Wingbeat for Limekidd.

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If I just had pointy ears I think it'd all be better