#and finally getting to the top

[monstersdownthepath]

Fun Pathfinder lore, presented succinctly as possible:

[iamtrasch]

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike and Michael meet their younger selves..

[pirate-cashoo]

Some G-Mans

[empty-dream]

Link Click Season 2 finale: LU GUANG DID WHAT??

Link Click Bridon Arc finale: LU GUANG DID WHAT??

[fruitytboy]

trans guy holding your head in place while he humps against your face with his dick in your mouth 🥴💕

[nullifi-blr]

ive finally started getting through fantasy high sophmore year, and decided i wanted to try making some designs for the bad kids. we're starting with fig because she's the one i have the most ideas for

below the cut is all my design notes, cause why not! i like talking through why i draw the thins i do, so if you're interested:

In Fig's first introduction as a character, she mentions how in middle school she was bubbly and a bit preppy. That was until her horns started to grow in, and she learned that Gilear was not her father, and that she was a tiefling. She grew up believing she was just an elf, up until she turned 14.

So, because of this, I didn't give her a tail, I didn't give her red skin like her dad, and I didn't give her any big tiefling features. I gave her green eyes for two reasons. One, because it fit well with her color palette as a splash of color contrast. Two, because both Sandra-Lynn and Gorthalax have greenish eyes (sandra-lynn's being kinda hazel, and gorthalax's glowing green).

I gave Fig a long braid with a spike on the end to mimic a devil tail, however. She's the archdevil of rebellion, she's gonna try and fit with that as much as she can. She also gets her guitar, cause it's badass.

Studded belt because of course. Her shirt's the easy bit; it's the band shirt. Here's the logo on it's own, cause IDK if there's any official logo:

The pants! I love Fig's plaid, but I never really saw her as a skirt girl (which is just me i guess). So instead, she gets full ripped plaid pants. If I had more energy to design more patches, they would ideally be full crust pants. But I don't have time to draw all that. I gave the pants the big knee holes some girls do because I think they're cool and I don't have the confidence for that. Fig would though.

Purple laced black boots, not just because of lace code (yes they're just laced normally and not ladder laced, and lace code is dead, but it's still in there), but also as a color callback to her hair streaks.

Ayda feather. Gayass <3

aaaaaAnd that's it! That's all the design break down, I hope this is interesting and made sense! I do still imagine her wearing the spiked leather jacket from her official art, but I didn't feel like drawing leather today. I may make designs for either Adaine, Fabian, or Riz next, we'll see!

[ziggy-scardust]

Okay but. A Bradley Bradshaw who truly doesn’t know until TGM that Maverick is a little unhinged. He “tried to be the father he lost”, tried to set a good example, didn’t exactly tell an impressionable kid about all the ways he earned his reputation. So for years, Rooster avoided any mention of Maverick and probably dismissed rumors about him pissing off Admirals as so much Navy scuttlebutt - after all, he never got kicked out, he made it to O6, and he’s at least known for being good at what he does. So he figures the stories he heard growing up, and the new ones he’s hearing, are exaggerated.

…until they’re shot down behind enemy lines and Maverick’s happily strolling onto a bombed-out enemy flight line to steal a whole aircraft in an unknown state of repair by taking off from a very short taxiway and is just expecting him to go along with it, like it’s the obvious thing to do.

Smash cut to Bradley running down a LONG list of batshit stories he’s heard about Maverick, trying to confirm what’s actually real, and having to mentally readjust his whole worldview (including realizing that Goose was equally batshit and egging him on from the backseat half the time.)

“This one has to be made up, right, you’d never take an admiral’s daughter on an unauthorized F/A-18 flight — wait what do you MEAN that was Penny from the bar??”

[hyper-alice]

No wonder the world was doomed these were the last hopes

[hinamie]

i lied actually i'm not in the mood to finish this anymore orz

[valkavavaart]

been playing hit psp game crisis core. why doesn't the big soldier simply eat the little soldier.

[potato-lord-but-not]

Ourthur doodles yay yippee my favorite guys 🫶🫶

also…. caved and made a pillowfort account…… to put all the embarrassing doodles that definitely can’t be posted on this hellsite… so uh here’s the uncropped version of the last pic and some extra Oscar centric doodles, because i definitely don’t pick favorites… children avert your eyes

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

for @skeren ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

"Mu-shidi?" Yue Qingyuan asked.

Mu Qingfang was sitting on a decorative rock in one of Qian Cao Peak's small meditation gardens with his head in his hands. Yue Qingyuan paused, hesitating at the edge of the garden as he watched Mu Qingfang's shoulders heave with a deep sigh.

"Zhangmen-shixiong. In your purview as sect leader, do you believe I have the power to medically relieve someone from their position of authority on the grounds of madness?" He asked.

"Ah, I should have known this was coming," Yue Qingyuan said. He approached and sat next to Mu Qingfang on the rock, folding his arms over his knees and offering a small smile. "Will Mu-shidi finally be requesting this one's resignation?"

Mu Qingfang snorted a laugh and uncurled, but not without rubbing once more at his brow. "Actually, I meant myself."

"You?"

Mu Qingfang turned to look at him. Yue Qingyuan's brows shot up, startled at the absolutely exhausted and frantic look on his face. The healer was pale, his eyes shadowed, and Yue Qingyuan realised for the first time that some of his hair was slipping out from his wooden guan.

"What happened?" Yue Qingyuan asked, reaching out to catch Mu Qingfang's wrist. Mu Qingfang allowed the contact, not protesting at the reversal of their usual position as Yue Qingyuan probed his meridians, which Yue Qingyuan thought was a sign something was truly wrong.

"It's Shang-shidi," Mu Qingfang said gravely, which was not what Yue Qingyuan was expecting.

"What do you mean? Did something happen to Shang Qinghua? Did he—do something?"

"Is Zhangmen-shixiong familiar with the Bleeding Heart-Tongue Berry?"

"The one that causes full-body hemorrhaging?"

"No, that's the Crimson Bleeding Heart Berry."

"Oh. Oh, the one that requires oral dual cultivation to cure the deadly fever?"

"No, that's—it doesn't matter! The Bleeding Heart-Tongue Berry's sap and flesh is a powerful truth serum. It compels anyone who consumes or comes into physical contact with it to say whatever is on their mind, with complete honesty."

Yue Qingyuan looked around nervously. "We don't have an outbreak, do we?"

Mu Qingfang sighed one more, pushing his hand under his glasses to press against his eyes. "Shang-shixiong came into contact with some when he was on his last mission off the mountain. I have no idea how, since he was assigned to go secure a trade deal to the North East and they only grow in the South West, but—"

"But he was afflicted, and is now compelled to speak the truth?" Yue Qingyuan asked.

Mu Qingfang slipped his hand from Yue Qingyuan's so he could grip his arms, leaning in intently.

"He is driving. Me. Insane."

—

Mu Qingfang led Yue Qingyuan to one of the nearby patient rooms. Inside, Shang Qinghua sat at a low tea table, sipping at a cup that smelled medicinal and poking at some nuts and seeds on offer. Nothing looked amiss—Shang Qinghua didn't look damaged or ill, and the room was neat and orderly.

When they entered, Shang Qinghua's head shot up.

"Mu-shidi! Zhangmen-shixiong! This one is—not super glad to see you! Not that you're not great. Mu-shidi, I really appreciate how you keep us all alive. Remember that time I accidentally drank ink as a disciple and you had to pump my stomach? Yeah, I so am glad you were there to do that and not let me die. And Zhangmen-shixiong, you're very hot, and I love that, and I find how sad you life is—well, troubling actually, although not enough to do anything about it. You kind of make me uncomfortable to be around. But the hotness helps! Not right now, though. Right now I would love if you would leave, because I really don't want to tell you about anything I am thinking about, because I just got done spending three days sucking demonic dick and I really don't want to answer any follow up questions about—"

Shang Qinghua's eyes went wide. He grabbed a handful of the snacks and shoved them into his mouth, presumably hoping to stem the flow of words. Instead he immediately choked on them and coughed up walnuts and melon seeds over the table.

Yue Qingyuan rubbed his forehead. "Ah. I think I see the problem."

[bunnieswithknives]

Creepy old guy

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle

[royaltea000]

POV they just told their da shixiong on you