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some brie/cersei again, it would be so toxic and so good.

dynamic constantly;

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Aemond returning home after killing luceyrs and starting a civil war: I'd like everybody to take a moment and think back to a time when they did something stupid, how they were treated, and how they wished they were treated. Alicent: What the hell did you do?

Aemond:ikilledluke

Alicent: .... what?

Aemond: vhagerateluke

Otto: ....

Alicent:

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This whole thread has killed me

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I’m about 90% sure the economy is never gonna “improve” 

this is capitalism in it’s final form

this is it honey 

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sorry what

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I can't believe the shock waves of Sans beating Reigen in the Tumblr Sexyman poll killed the queen of England.

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For Anon beloved (/plat), I’ve been reading Fairy tails/Monsters for a few month and it brings me joy. The last chapter was lovely. Here are my vision of your monsters!

TW: blood/gore, body horror, trypophobia, disturbing images.

(I don’t know how to use app, so Im sorry is images are visible, also, sorry for the many versions, I made the original large image than decided that I wanted separate character sheets too)

I might make an allium monster Tommy in the future if I have the time.

Happy for this to be linked to the fic!

ART BELOW THE READMORE:

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There is an art book!!!! : D

“The Art of Love, Death + Robots” artbook is coming in May. Pre-order : USA / France / UK / Germany / Canada / Japan

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Subnautica: Below Zero » Al-An

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You can only reblog this today.

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I just had a brainblast:

How would silco feel about engineer!reader? One day, when jinx is in her teens, he realizes that she's surpassed the level that her numerous books teaches and he wishes nothing more than to foster that shimmering creativity. Then comes readerー some scrappy fissure rat he hired to train his daughter on sevika's recommendation. The little shits become pals and he totally doesnt stare at their ass as they bend over to correct jinx's prototype. Nope. Never.

here ya go, my favorite little fruit bat. for once it's SFW but i'm sure you can use your noggin to extrapolate 8^)

Silco/gn!Reader Drabble - SFW No warnings besides Silco's long and winding internal monologue.

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Silco should have said no.

There is absolutely no shortage of mechanics and engineers in Zaun, much less the entirety of the Undercity. Any number of them could have sufficed, but not to the degree that you have. Silco can at least concede that much. Sevika's recommendation had been well-placed, but Silco finds himself regretting your presence with every passing day.

Jinx has had two prior tutors. One had been the best he could find, with references and a work history that spoke for himself. That one lasted an entire week before he quit. Silco had been annoyed, but he understood. Jinx was a unique sort, and required a certain constitution to... well, survive.

The second one did not have that constitution, and Silco had been forced to close down the Drop for an entire day while the hired cleaners scrubbed viscera from between the floorboards.

You came on recommendation from Sevika herself - a scrappy little thing from the Sumps with a sharp personality and a boundless knowledge that would be able to keep two steps ahead of his daughter. Sevika's own words, but Silco found they were accurate within two days of your arrival.

Despite being older than her - an adult, much to Silco's simultaneous relief and dread - you and Jinx had formed a rapport so strong that Silco ceased all worry about your continued existence on this mortal plane. It was almost to a worrying degree, the amount the teenager had latched onto you, but Sevika assured him that you could be trusted.

The good sort, she called you. Few and far between, rare enough that even if you no longer taught Jinx everything you knew, Sevika urged your continued employ. Sevika didn't ask much from him, and Silco trusted that judgment.

Maybe he shouldn't have, though. You're trouble, it becomes apparent the first time you walk into his office with your worn clothing and scuffed boots, a tool bag hooked over your arm and a toothy smile on your face - teeth chipped just slightly at the front, just like his. Silco makes a note to look into affordable dental in the Sumps.

It's a strange thought, one that he disregards but ultimately catalogues away to be examined later.

Silco sees you every day after, either during your reports at the end of the evening when you're finished with whatever lessons you'd laid out for the day, or when he makes the trip to Jinx's workspace himself to watch. The latter is the worst, it's where Silco truly understands the depths of his depravity.

Living in the Undercity has one of two effects on people, depending on your lifestyle and upbringing. You're either a monolith - muscle, height, attitude to back it up. Or, and Silco is far more familiar with this one, you're the runt of the litter. Smaller, thinner, maybe slightly malnourished to the extent that you're unable to contend physically with the former group.

There are ways around it, ways to stack up against the other. Silco is familiar with them, after honing his skills for years and years - maybe less so in the past few, but is there much of a need for that? Is there even time anymore? You've found them too, and unfortunately Silco finds himself watching less of Jinx's work and more of your toned arms, the length of your legs, the shape of your backside as you bend over to-

Jinx is staring at him, with a wide smile and raised eyebrows. She's realized, and Silco has a profound sense of dread beginning to creep in.

Silco doesn't go back to the workshop for two days. In fact, he doesn't see much of you until the third day, when you seek him out in his office to tell him of the progress his daughter has made. As the door shuts behind you and he turns his chair to take you in, Silco realizes that Jinx has run her mouth.

There's no reason for your shirt to be that sheer, for the straps of your tank top to be that thin, or for your pants to be slung so loosely on your hips. Silco is not happy with his daughter, but the thought feels like water through his fingers as you prop a hand on your hip and the sinewy muscles of your shoulder flex with the motion.

He knows, Jinx knows, and unfortunately you know, too.

Silco wants you. Badly.

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"This should do it." It looked down at itself, pleased.

The two - rather long - legs jut out under it's torso. It used it's new - ew - five fingers to feel along it's skin, feeling the bumps of a ribcage underneath. A heartbeat too.

In front of it was a mirror, and staring back at itself was a human. Well, an illusion of one.

Time and time again, the newly star bound aliens, humans, had infiltrated it's species ranks through elaborate disguises. They got better at it every time.

Not only were humans great with what they call "make up" but they had a way of mimicking their behaviors. It's species tried to replicate this. Failed to. In the end, they had something better.

A team of highly immoral scientists who were given boundless permission to try whatever the hell they wanted. And they went with genetic mutation.

It was a painful change, and slow. Agonizingly slow. But now, it was a super solider with one superpower. A shape-shifter.

And it was time to test it out.

It strolled out of the bathroom and into the eating area where various alien species were seated. Only one human - the unwitting test subject - was present.

If this could pass for normal conversation, this could pass for war.

It strolled right up to the other creature - a man who had not yet seen him - and sat down.

"I'm glad to see one other human on this station," it said.

The human non-committedly looked up. Only to jump with a start after taking it in.

"What are you?" he said.

"A human?" it said. If it's species could sweat, it would do so by now.

The man stared at it a moment. He turned to the alien on his right and pointed to his left.

"Forgive me if this question is batshit insane, but what do you see?"

"Two humans?" The alien had three eyes.

Her species' third eye was famous for detecting the most miniscule details and then committing it to subconscious memory. The rise and fall of a chest. The careful rythem of a human heart. How often - or little - a human blinks. Even human's make-up tricks couldn't bypass her species' extra form of security.

"So it is," said the man. She turned away and it found itself blinking quickly in relief. It cut that out when the human turned to it. "Sorry, I guess you're just real ugly."

"Ugh, rude." All humans are ugly.

He scooted in closer on the bench and leaned in towards it. It found itself leaning away, but couldn't help but notice the bead of sweat on the human's forehead and how the pupils were shrunken as far as they could.

"Wanna hear an old Earth tale?"

"I'm sure I know it." Was this a test?

"I doubt you know this one. My grandfather experienced it himself." He leaned away. It had stop itself from blinking too rapidly again. "This is about an Earth cryptid."

"Bigfoot?" it said, but nodded as if it already knew.

"Everyone knows Bigfoot," he laughed. "No, he was driving down a dark country road unlit by street lights. He didn't have his brights on - that's important to the story, you see - but heaven knows why."

Brights??? What are brights???

"Down the road an animal was crossing. A simple male deer with antlers. He couldn't see its body yet, but he was familiar with the eyes. They glowed as his car sped closer."

"He slowed as the deer became more apparent, and eventually came to a stop when the creature wouldn't move. By now, he could see the antlers, the four legs, the neck. Not in detail, mind you, but he could see it "

Other aliens in the room- not hearing this conversation - were trickling out of the room. There was no dramatic reason for this, they simply finished their lunch. The human, not paying any attention to his own lunch, continued the story.

"It's not uncommon for deer to freeze, especially when lights flood their eyes. So my grandfather gave it a moment to realize it should run. When seconds ticked by, he honked at it."

"There was something... off... about the deer. It looked every way like a deer, but the longer he stared, the longer that just didn't seem right."

"Was it a deer?" it said.

"It was not."

"What was it?"

"Not a deer."

The alien found itself frown at this in a perfectly human way.

"Time went on, and my grandfather decided to turn on the brights to try and see the creature better. And it was still... a deer... but not..."

It found its frown deepening.

"What's worse was it began to move. Similar to a deer, but all wrong. Like maybe its legs bent the wrong way. Or perhaps the legs were too long. It was every way like a deer, but it just was not."

"He drove home as soon as that not deer was out of his path. And yes, he found himself alive the next morning. But that encounter disturbed him, so he recounted it to everyone. And many people - especially in that town - could tell him their own stories."

"...okay?"

"Well, that story is funny. Probably a figment of his imagination, but it does reflect a very real human instinct."

This was another test. "Would this be something I know of?"

"It's called uncanny valley. It occurs to us when something looks human... but is not."

"Why?"

"Well, rumor has it that it was a instinct formed from a predator. Something that looked human but was not. A not human."

"A not human? Is this true?"

"No," he said. He laughed. "No, we most likely developed it for something a lot more practical. Corpses, you see. They carry a lot of bacteria, so we have a fear of them."

"...interesting."

"I have that very same feeling of you," he said. The room was empty besides the two. He reached for his bottle above his lunch tray.

"But I'm not a corpse?"

"You're about to be."

The human tossed down the bottle, effectively cracking off the bottom half and forming his weapon.

It shape-shifted as it scurried away to retreat from the very much human.

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Holy hell this is awesome

lissa and a skele of ur choosing swap clothes yarrr OH OH OR A FELL DESIGN OF LISSA??

Lissa of MaM- @absurdmageart

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Leather Journals

Kaju Art on Etsy

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stop complaining and eat your ladyfingers alana

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No male WWI pinups exist yet so my gay ass decided to change that at 1 AM and I ended up looking like a propaganda poster with homoerotic undertones so