#and how to get it across

[puroroggo]

Red Vitriol Spills Like Oceans. We Smile And Let It In. Push Away Our Questions. Dive In Like Peregrines.

Smoke holds dominion over the reach, billowing out from the caverns in suffocating walls. Smothering the rocky hold under its dominion. A lone silhouette stands in the center, sword off to one side as they lift a vieran woman over their head. Suffocating her. Crushing her. Making It Clear. Resistance Was Futile.

They Vii lets out a broken gasp as she hits the floor, quickly falling unconscious.. bloodied, scarred, torn apart. Shrouded by flame as he walks, the silhouette pauses, his shoulder plate shattering to a bullet. a single step, a single turn, to face his new prey. Cold blue eyes piercing the flame to identify the new offender. A dark form rushing him, rifle dropped into the crimson sands. armor ashen and falling away as he rushes the invader with teeth barred, the viera’s own eyes a soft hue, a matching blue. Is It Fear? Or Is It Wrath, driving the approaching beast.

“Rushing To Your Death Are You?.. Pity, Thinking You’re Worth My Blade.” Zenos straightens out, holding the now drenched blade out in front of him, poising it to impale his smoke blinded attacker between their cracked ribs. “Come Then, Beast. Show Me, Your Worth.” Zenos challenges, angering the frenzied viera further. Pace Quickening, Breath coming in agonizing gasps as he sprints towards Zenos. Blood and ash smeared across his face, darkening his visage wholly but his eyes. Focused, a storm of vitriol beneath the blue.

Time stops for a moment, the screams from the Reach coming to a quiet, leaving just the crackling of fire as the resistance clears out. Zenos turns his gaze back to the strangled woman at his feet, keeping his stance. He makes note of her features, coming to realize this was the “Warrior Of Light” he’d heard so many reports about. “So weak. So Unsporting To Finally Battle. There You Lie, Without Out The Protection Of Your Beloved Hydaelaen . Pathetic.” Finally he looks back to the creature rushing him.

The Viera doesn’t stop, growling as he drives himself onto the katana. Reaching out with broken limbs, muscles torn out form under his skin in frenzy. Vying for Zenos’ throat, managing to reach and clutch around the imperials windpipe, crushing it. Claws digging into his neck as Zenos begins to recoil, stance faltering, bringing the viera closer to his target. The viera writhes on the sword, letting it snap off inside his ribs, narrowly avoiding any organ as he musters up the last of his strength. A final claw trenches itself into Zenos’ Carotid artery, spraying his blood onto the Beasts face. The Garlean Invader drops the hilt of his now shattered blade, ripping the attacker off of him violently, throwing the broken creature over their sister. Clutching at the side of his neck and cursing beneath struggled breaths. Shifting his eyes back from behind the long strands of gold, he looks over towards his attacker, seeing him hunched over protectively over the earlier woman. Blade still lodged in his ribs, barely alive and yet…

“You.. You.. Savage, .. You.. Will Make Worthy Prey..” vaguely pointing at the Dying creature, he makes a promise. One Only the Beast would hear as the scions come to their aid finally…

Zenos disappears into the smoke and flame, leaving the Reach as a reminder for the resistance to cower from.

…The viera finally succumbs to the agony form his wombs, doubling over onto his sister, bleeding out into the ash sands as the scions reach their bodies, dragging them away… anywhere away from here..

[infizero-draws]

drawing deltarune every day until chapter 3&4 drop ✨(day 101)

childhood sweethearts

[styxxsyringe]

ghanaian miku

[random-cockroach]

Have been reading Dratchrod fics, got disappointed, drew dratchrod

[ultimatehealersusie]

I felt like a broken toy no one wanted.

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[thelostmoongazer]

heh. yeah. bet you didn't see that one coming <- is the most predictable man alive

bonus break down sketches cuz people seemed to like the process while i was streaming:

[vodid]

dysphoria

[pivsketch]

scheduling lethal company gaming sessions via discord events. made an event banner for one

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[nocek]

I watched Deadpool and Wolverine yesterday and I just had to XDDD

beware the SPOILERS! I mean not really but better to be on safe side ;)

[metamatronic]

memories :) continued here

why is michael in sb!ruin??? i have no clue!!! maybe he’s salvaging animatronic pieces to fix his robot family members and found cassie.

[sexybritishllama]

i'm so obsessed with the different ways the dessendre family choose to paint it's soooo good

aline doesn't create anything new and is only interested in copying real life, so she paints her family, paints paris, paints humans, all to try and escape the grief of her reality. renoir paints elaborate representations of his loved ones in the form of the axons, trying to express what he thinks art should be while also revealing his own judgements and wishes for his family in how he chooses to portray them. verso was just a kid when he made the canvas, and so he makes the things a young boy would want: funny guys with brushes for heads who love to fight, his dog except he can TALK and also they're BEST FRIENDS, etc etc.

you can tell clea is the eldest daughter because when she was given the ability to paint whatever she wanted into existence she said 'okay i'm going to create incredibly creepy and violent monsters that can kill people in at least 30 creative ways' like this fucking thing

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

Can I interest you in my stupid ass AU where Nan Feng and Fu Yao are like actual real deputy officials who are dependable and competent and often involuntary witnesses to way more than they would care to know about their generals’ private lives

Instead of being a straight up mini-Feng Xin and Mu Qing, I thought they should just be the ideal subordinate for each, and ended up with a Fu Yao who’s expressive, frank (shameless), and genuinely admires Mu Qing (bc otherwise that dumbass would be sooo paranoid about his loyalty); and a Nan Feng who’s studious, loyal, very proper, and a bit of a nagger (and to his neverending chagrin is forced to handle all the Ju Yang prayers). They’re also besties, friendly rivals, and severely overworked at all times

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[unadulteratedloathings]

I really hope you get it And you don't live to regret it

[datcravat]

pe ru so na