#I enjoyed the process tho

[yutoxlab]

Courtesy of @teeny-human's idea

[hyakunana]

When you need to lie, but you're a good boy.

[daeyumi]

Testament 🖤🩸💀

[2022]

[noirrelite]

*casually drops mawframe cringe and skitters into the sunset*

mesa rouge (wip) and sierra (kinda wip?) mawfreems

[duahauuoplanh]

I can't leave you alone when you are this endearing. Please take responsibility.

[n0bluev]

+

(eyes only 4 u)

EDIT: HI IM IRRATIONALLY ANGRY AT THIS DRAWING HAVE SOME COLOUR BLORBSIFICATIONS

[whack-patty]

Reporter asked if they were an ****item*****

[opyre]

also that post being said , i'm just gonna be quiet for awhile ! ic and ooc :) i'll pop on ic sometimes ofc i'm not abandoning anything and i love joshua more than life itself , but i'm going through adjustments and therapy and my chronic flareups are kicking my ass so i'm just. i've realized i've been stressing about my activity a little bit and i'm gonna stop. im just gonna get to responses ic and ooc when i have the time and energy, but i wanted to say that so that u guys don't think i'm just being a jerk... i'm not purposefully ignoring anyone, my energy levels are just sooo low and im trying to focus on my classes and health more than anything

[foxgloveinspace]

-you come across an abandoned church

-you’ve been on this trail many times, your sure it’s never been there before.

-you must have taken a wrong turn.

-you hear singing inside, sounds like it’s coming from the shadows.

-do you go in?

-yes -no

[fluxweeed]

WIP Snip

thank you so much @ghostofnoir for tagging me to drop a WIP snip!! a couple of weeks ago i'd've probably said i don't have a WIP on the go, but i'm slooowly starting to accept that i'm probably going to attempt to finish another chaptered fic 😭 atm i'm in the stage of refusing to write anything at all bc i want to "feel ready" (haha) but as it happens i do already have 30k of it sitting there waiting to be whipped (WIP'd) into shape the plot tl;dr: harry sneaks into a nightclub under polyjuice and accidentally makes friends with the slytherins, who don't know who he is. this is a lil chunk from (probably) chapter 4 – a bit from chapter 2 was previously posted here!

“Draco,” he says, “come and dance with me.”

Malfoy glances at Nott, who frowns at Harry. Harry knows he should feel bad for interrupting them, but the alcohol and Polyjuice in his system make him feel like himself again, like he can be impulsive, like he should be—so he keeps his gaze on Malfoy, keeps his hand extended in invitation.

“Oh, all right,” Malfoy says, shrugging—but Harry is watching him so closely that he doesn’t miss the way Malfoy looks at him through his eyelashes with a small, pleased smile teasing the corner of his mouth.

The shots, the anonymity, the thrill of being in Phoenix—it all bolsters Harry, makes him feel confident, makes him feel free. Once they’re in the middle of the crowd, music thumping around them, through them, Harry pulls Malfoy close and murmurs in his ear that he’s sexy when he dances.

Malfoy snorts and tosses his head. “I’d return the compliment, but I have no idea what you actually look like.”

Harry hesitates. The powerful feeling inside him falters. “Sorry,” he says—almost a question.

Malfoy shrugs. “I don’t care what you look like, as it happens,” he says, though his voice is a bit too casual. “You have a hot personality.”

Harry covers the swooping in his stomach with a laugh. “A hot personality?”

“That’s what I said. Now, come on. Dance with me, if you think I’m so sexy.”

Harry dances with him. There’s no hesitation when they touch each other now—just lingering eye contact, hands finding shoulders, waist, hips. Harry presses closer automatically. Malfoy tips his head back and moves to the music.

atm this is about the only bit that doesn't have more square brackets than actual words – much more disjointed than the beautiful snip you posted earlier, @ghostofnoir!!! i hope the editing process is being kinder to you this week!!! ❤️

[emryspaperart]

made my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary cake. learned how to make paper flowers for it, too. im exhausted now lol

[strayz]

FELIX ⋮ #CASE143CHALLENGE TIKTOK

[daeyumi]

Daydream☀️🌾

[Linktober 7: Sky islands]

[postmakerkiwi]

🧊 Crystal Glacier Expedition - Neon Cave Tour ❄️

This extensive cave system circling underneath the center of the glacier is home to several large pools of subzero waters, brightly illuminated from below. Try not to lose sight of the guide, but if you do, just watch your step and follow the sound of crunching snow from the group's steady march.

photos by CatbatQuartet

[redstrewn]

Ugh stop youre making me enter kuras loving hours (hes my uquiz soulmate <3) anyway, my hc is that he will wax poetic on shakespeare level when he finally lets us into his heart/is horny and its genuinely hot bc hes so sincere and intense about it

(i firmly hc that kuras equates feeling save and in love with horniness/ theres no sex without trust and respect)

— Musa

The realest...he's a silly menace for sure but there's no denying he definitely has centuries of losses and pain and he's cared so much that he became closed off. He knows how to treasure someone and feels very deeply, and being "burned" when he was close to others caused him to be cut very deeply. Kuras you are an angel but you feel so deeply with your guilt and coldness. Love u, u quack doctor who will impart the brutality of an angel's judgment ♡

[blackjackkent]

As is now tradition when picking up a new companion, time to have our "by the way I know nothing and I crave the blood of the innocent" conversation with Wyll.

"I've got no memory of my past. Could the parasite have done that?"

"Seems unusual to me," Wyll says thoughtfully. Then he grins crookedly. "Then again, we're talking about tadpoles inserted into our brains by rubber-skinned tentacle monsters. There's nothing usual about it. All the more reason to stick close, I think you'll agree."

The humor is sort of lost on Rakha, but the point isn't. Everything about this is strange; her plight is just one more bit of strangeness layered through it all. And the reminder is salient too - that there is some value to keeping those like Wyll, those who understand the situation, close. That she should resist the urge more strongly when it comes to those in their little band. It's a practical thought, grounded in survival.

She files it alongside the other advice that has so far given some small measure of tenuous authority over her own mind. Stick close. Yes.

"I've got this... bloodthirst. An urge to destroy, maim, kill."

Wyll squints thoughtfully at her. His hand moves just slightly towards his sword, then relaxes. "Anger I understand," he says slowly. "We've been preyed on by illithids, suffered insertion of a mind-bending worm." A pause. "Bloodthirst is another matter."

He looks her up and down, perhaps comparing her to the rage that she already felt in his own head - desire for the destruction of Avernus, of the target he pursues. "But perhaps not too big of one," he adds ruefully. "If it's a devil or demon's flesh you're wanting to tear."

A strange world, this. Her rage and blood-hunger is indiscriminate; let loose she is sure the beast would devour the world. But to the others around her, those with clearer minds, there are some corpses more palatable than others. It bears thinking about - the idea that it is possible to have any choice in the matter of who lives and who dies.

She wants to ask him about the strange magic that dances through him. It is sharp and cold; it tastes bitter when she stands close to him, nothing like her own. But she does not have the words to articulate those questions, not yet; perhaps Gale can provide them later. For now, she sticks to something easier.

"I've noticed your stone eye," she says bluntly. "Did you lose it in battle?"

A tight frown tugs his lips. "A most vicious one, in fact," he says flatly. "It's made from pure bloodstone, carved from the Galena Mountains just north of the Moonsea. A reminder that sometimes, blood must be shed and sacrifices must be made."

Sacrifices she has little interest in. But blood must be shed. That, she certainly comprehends. Bloodstone. The word is unfamiliar but tastes intriguing. She leans forward, peering into the pale half of his gaze with unabashed curiosity.

Wyll shifts uncertainly, takes a step back. "Ah, but that is a story reserved for lifetime friends," he says, "and calmer days."

Rakha completely misses the pointed undertone to these words; she is far too interested in piecing together these new pieces of information.

[SORCERER] Lean in and examine the eye more closely.

Narrator: Tiny grooves spider across the eye's surface. It resembles a sending stone, used to confer with distant contacts.

She is not sure where she pulls the word from. She has never seen an object like this, at least not to her recollection. But with this closer examination she can see the way that those grooves are carefully placed, the way they mix and meld with the magic that saturates him and outward into the wider tapestry of magic that coats the world.

It is a focal point, a collector of information and a transmitter along those interconnected forces. And the word comes to her tongue before she fully understands it.

"Isn't your eye a sending stone?" she asks slowly.

He flinches. "A... sending stone?" A shaky smile, slightly too slow. "Nothing so special, I assure you."

Narrator: [INSIGHT] His breathing quickens. His jaw tenses. Wyll is keeping something from you.

Anger flares behind her eyes. Secret. Manipulation. Danger-- She feels the stab at her temple in tandem with the need for information.

Narrator: A strange sensation courses through you, and your companion's mind unfolds, secrets half-revealed.

The strange push of the tadpole connection, as right-feeling as it felt to control the console back on the ship. She needs to know what he is hiding. She needs to take the information if he will not give it. She does not think she wishes to kill him but she can feel that the beast will take control if the precarious trust erodes too far.

[ILLITHID][WISDOM] Enter his mind. What isn't he telling you?

Wyll's head snaps back and his eyes narrow. "What are you--" he gasps out.

Narrator: Something stirs deep within you. Hungry and alert-- it's taking something you'll never get back.

The pain sizzles between them like a lightning strike; the tadpole gives an abrupt and visceral squirm, far stronger than she expected, and she feels something like a layer of her brain being peeled away. For a moment her vision goes white.

Then... images.

Narrator: Your right eye vibrates and a woman's voice echoes in your head. 'I've a sweet tooth, and devil's on the menu.' Beyond the voice you find only shadow - a piece of Wyll's mind locked away from intruders."

The image fades; her vision clears to find Wyll glaring at her with his blade in his hand. "Keep out of my mind!" he snaps, with a ferocity she wouldn't have credited him with. "I told you. The eye's a rock, nothing more. And that's the end of it!"

Tempting, to respond to his ferocity with her own, to lash out preemptively before he can strike. But he does not strike, and neither does she; they simply stand there, eyes locked, for a long moment.

More facts. More details. His eye is a transmitter, whatever he says. Some woman speaks in his head. She instructed him to kill devils. She might instruct him to kill me.

He has the tadpole, which means he will not die for now. There is too much she might yet be able to learn from him about what has been done to her. But there is danger here. This man had a kindness that should be weakness, but his blade has seen oceans of blood. He feels the same rage she does at his mind being toyed with, but he does not strike.

She does not understand him at all.