#it seems to work for V

[sicksucculentz]

Lizzy is struggling and fighting with her hair. It just wont do what she wants it to do and it looks bad.

Lizzy: “stupid…..fucking…..”

She makes a frustrated groan and slams her brush down. She then catches V in the vanity mirror. She’s laying on the bed curled up like a cat purring away. Lizzy narrows her brows at her in irritation.

Thad picks up his ringing phone.

Thad: “yo!”

Lizzy: “i’m going to kill this fucking disassembly drone!”

Thad: “what!? Why!? What happened!?”

Lizzy: “here I am! Struggling with my hair! And this big ass oil hog is laying here after a hunt, mauling a worker drone, eating that worker drone like a bear, flying around for 3 hours, taking a 5 hour nap, and rolling around in her own puddle of drool…..AND HER HAIR IS PERFECT”

[cimtee]

my sources tell me it’s what the people want,, happy june ig

[edorazzi]

Page 30 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Bri decides to reach out to the two weirdest guys in her life (and I get to adapt my all-time favourite PV scene)! ❄️❤️

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[preqvelle]

Deffinatly took inspiration from his brother, for sure.

[heylittleriotact]

💚 WIP WEDNESDAY (because I actually have a WIP for you!) 💚

Here’s a chunk of Chapter 19 of i heard people are saying to get in here.

Tagging: @emmg @aldisobey @razildor @preciouslittlebhaalbae because i am a nosy nelly

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Rook had been helping him set up a service in the main chapel when Vorgoth materialized seemingly out of nowhere, while she was setting out the RESERVED chair covers on the first two rows for the family.

"Rook."

She flinched and whipped around at the sound of the enigmatic manager's stoic baritone, nearly dropping the stack of green velvet fabric draped over her forearm. "Fuck!"

Emmrich glanced up from arranging the urn spray around the base of the handsome brass urn containing the cremated remains of Mr. Herbert Knox.

If Vorgoth had taken issue with Rook's language, they made no indication of it, their face - solemn and bearing same sort of ageless wisdom as hewn granite - remained as unreadable and emotionless as ever.

"Sorry–" Rook said, shoulders slackening. "I didn't hear you come in."

"The maintenance staff has done well to ensure that the hinges of the chapel doors are appropriately lubricated: they shall be commended for their diligence."

"Errr... uh... good?" Rook offered, smiling weakly.

"Is your duty pressing?" Vorgoth asked, though it wasn't really asking - they had a knack for re-arranging your priorities as they saw fit. "It falls to me that I must discuss a matter of great importance with you."

Emmrich might as well have been invisible for all the notice Vorgoth had spared him - as far as they were concerned, they and Rook were the only ones in the room. He frowned and went back to primping the blooms and leaves around the base of the urn that was set out on a set of nesting cherry wood tables at the front of the chapel, keeping an ear open: what important matter?

"Uh... yeah, sure." Rook sounded just as caught off guard by this as Emmrich was. Hopefully it was nothing unpleasant... another chargeback, or Maker forbid a family complaint, but he very much doubted it: Rook was so detail oriented in her work, and had an undeniable aptitude for knowing how to meet the bereaved on their level in terms of communication and body language.

"Follow me." Their head turned with a smoothness that was decidedly un-human, and their dark and undeniably unsettling black eyes met Emmrich's. "Take care, Volkarin."

"And you, Vorgoth."

"Pray for me," Rook mouthed to Emmrich after Vorgoth turned and started silently retreating up the aisle, and then she followed them.

She wasn't gone long - a bit more than ten minutes had passed before she slipped back through the chapel doors, heaving a huge sigh as she ensured they were closed behind her.

"Is everything all right, darling?" Emmrich felt his stomach twist unpleasantly at the grim expression on Rook's face. He set down the photo frame he was wiping down with a dust cloth and met her halfway down the aisle.

"They put me on probation," she said sullenly, eyes turned downwards as if she couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I guess a family I helped with an obituary complained because it ran in the Times with a pretty big mistake that I didn't catch. It's not my fucking fault they gave me a printed copy of a typed obituary to re-type - if they'd sent me the actual Word document…”

"Probation?" Emmrich repeated in disbelief: how could such action be justifiable when the employee in question was held in high esteem by colleagues and management alike?

"Yup. Gotta straighten up and fly right, I guess..."

She still couldn't look at him, her shoulders hunched with shame and embarrassment, all of the wind stolen from her typically confident, self-assured sails.

His heart ached at the sight of her in such a state, and then ached further when it occurred to him that, of course - yes - they had dinner plans tonight to celebrate Rook passing her road test and getting her license. This certainly put a damper on the occasion...

"Rook..." He drew her into a hug in the middle of the serene space and stroked her soft black hair as he held her close in an attempt to comfort her.

Oh dear, the poor thing... he could feel her trembling against him.

"Sweetheart..." He pulled back enough to get a look at her, fully expecting tearful eyes and wet cheeks only to find himself gazing into Rook’s beaming face. “Wha—?”

“I love fucking with you.” She grinned. “Flora is being let go and they want to move me permanently to Pemberly Crossing!”

Brat. You are a brat, Rook Ingellvar, playing games with an old man’s heart-rate like that, he wanted to say.

[ulteri0rm0tives]

Twilight - Bôa

(+ a couple without effects below!!)

[oakbuggy]

a little p2 to this post !

full thing on ao3 as always hehe

[zebratimw]

2021

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

~Chapter 16: The Law of Conservation of Energy~

Summary: Converging at the site of Darkley's, Lloyd tries to rally his old classmates and some new faces under his banner, while the Ninja finally confront Olivia's crew of Bizarros…and Nya commits several accounts of property damage.

chapter link | story start | entire series

excerpt:

Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as Nya rushes back into the school, desperately trying to contact any of her real friends. She blows up their phones with texts and calls—but none of her messages go through. Unsettled, she checks her bracelet, pulling up their locations.

All five remain at Darkley’s.

…On one hand, this is good! She knows where they are! They’re still in one piece! They’re not possessed or brainwashed, just…potentially being impersonated by clones!

The bad news! There’s evil duplicates running around! They know the Ninja’s location because she told them!  She can’t give the others any warning! Lloyd could be in danger! She kissed someone that wasn’t her boyfriend! And didn’t even realize until—until after—!

Her head spins. Nausea churns her stomach. Her thoughts cycle like an out-of-control carousel—she should probably sit, but she can’t—she has to do something—! But what can she do?!

She’s alone, she’s emotionally compromised, and she’s helpless.

[b1gwings]

god, i love this little fucking weirdo

[d8tl55c]

oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it

as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)

first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))

a few fav scenes

emotional support cwab

they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.

papery critter.

even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)

and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3

i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.

so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and

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several hours later ...

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oh

oh man

it's a little bigger than i expected

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[targarrus]

does it look okay? i cant tell anymore

anyway nace jordan

[canisalbus]

@ the person who said Machete wouldn't have a cutie mark, I definitely see where you're coming from, but I disagree! Machete, against all the odds of his birth and existence, survived and excelled. His determination to continue would have earned him his mark.

In g4, at least, they're more than just a representation of a task you're good at. It's a reminder of who you are as a person, of a truth you hold.

I think Machete might have a fang or claw, a representation of the phrases 'with gritted teeth' or 'clawing your way up' or maybe a hoof reaching toward the sun

I also think a mark like that would seem strange and off-putting, and may have been a source of strife for him while in school. In MLP, it's not terribly uncommon for ponies with no cutie mark or a cutie mark they're ashamed of to cover it up with clothing, in the way canon Machete wears his outfit.

Idk just my two cents

[sodafrog13]

*announcer voice* IN COMES MYSTERY SKULLS ANIMATED WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

missed these guys. take some doodles + a silly hlm au that i'm not gonna do anything with <3

[icantalk710]

Tell me, what's...

Tell me, what's your favorite colour~

[keii]

sushi rags on me bc i play love and deepspace in english, but i don't know man... caleb's voice has been growing on me and i will love that white man for who he is!!! LOOOL