#TOO TIME CONSUMING

[skellophrenia]

NINA DA KILLA PONY CROSSOVER

completely forgot i had this file sitting n collecting dust lol, cant find the original ask since dis was months ago but i dont see myself ever finishing this any time soon sadly :ll

[batbabydamian]

Obsessed with little Lima Bean Baby Dami. I feel like Bruce would pass out from cuteness if he witnessed his child looking like that.

Talia should send Damian's baby pics to Bruce lol

[gregemann]

[strovii]

erm what if i died

[atheneergane]

I've given up on the markers, BTW. Time to finalize a decision on CAD software because I'm not making markers by hand any more.

[ambrosiagourmet]

This is just a smaller observation that will hopefully someday be part of a larger analysis on Kabru's view of Laios & how Laios impacts him...

But I think it really interesting that Kabru surrenders something for Laios twice, and that these moments are inversions of each other.

The first time, Kabru gives up his life to maintain his control. He changes the course of the entire story with this action, and is willing to die to achieve that. Kabru is (supposedly) entrusting the future to Laios, but he is still very much the primary actor in the overall narrative. He is still the one choosing what the story should be.

The second time, however, Kabru gives up his control to keep hold of something personal and selfish (in the way of dungeon meshi selfishness - it is a good thing to keep this desire. It small piece of what makes him a living creature). He steps aside to let Laios choose the way forward. He surrenders narrative agency for personal agency... not changing the story, but changing himself.

[ekyowe]

A small dump of some waves wips/doodles I forgot to post here!

[featherfangart]

Nothing Beats Pizza On A Cliff

Right? And some things are said...

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR | Part FIVE | Part SIX | Part SEVEN | Part EIGHT | Part NINE | Part TEN | Part TWELVE | Part THIRTEEN | Part FOURTEEN

[artistictea]

Started KCD2 finally

[the-gay-prometheus]

I stiiiiill feel like we don't talk about this enough honestly.

Take it from a guy who's tried.

He could've chosen just about any other dimension. This obsession with Earth has proven time and time again to end in failure. It was dangerous. Reckless. A risk that, when you think about it on a multiversal scale, doesn't seem all too worthwhile if a party is the only thing he wants.

What is it about Earth that is so important that he would be willing to risk everything on taking it specifically? Literally everything, by the way. If he was scared of the Edge of Reality swallowing him up, he could've just left. If he just wanted to keep the Nightmare Realm/Dimension 0 around, he could've merged it with any other dimension - there are plenty of other dimensions with beings perfectly capable of building rift-inducing totally normal dimensional portals for him. But no: He sticks around his decaying realm for as long as he possibly can because he needs Earth in particular for some reason.

You can't undo the past... unless you want to thaw a giant baby out of a glacier.

Speaking of giant babies in glaciers... there happens to be only one Time Giant left. One singular being who controls time. One singular being who can create and distribute Time Wishes. Time Wishes, which could change the past paradox-free.

What a strange coincidence, then, that this last Time Giant resides here. On this specific Earth. This specific Earth, this specific dimension that Bill is so desperate to get his hands on.

Take it from a guy who's tried.

It was never just about keeping the party going, was it?

[say-sike]

problem

[mobbu-min]

hmmmm… i want to watch nosferatu and have malleus on the brain…

(tw possible yan mal? blood and death, not reader tho)

Vampire Malleus that sees you trembling through the ruins outside his territory. A shaky hand holding onto a heavy flashlight and the other wrapped tightly around your midriff. A pathetic form of protection, he muses.

Mortals tend to steer clear from his area. He wasn’t even sure when was the last time he saw one. Surely by your indecent way of dress, it's been quite a long time. Ah, how time flies when you're a creature of the night.

Vampire Malleus that follows you throughout the night. Always stepping out of sight everytime you squeak and flash your light in his direction. He could see the tiny tears pricking at your glossy eyes. Throughout his years, he’s seen fear plastered across the face of many and yet, something about yours has his dead heart thrumming in his cold chest. Maybe it’s your eyes, big and shaky, or your trembling lips that squeaks like a little mouse. Or perhaps, it's because you're just so pathetically human that it lights up his curiosity.

Faintly he could hear the sounds of other humans approaching the area. And suddenly, your fear has disappeared into relief. And Malleus’ serene smile twitches. His fun is over and soon you’ll disappear beyond his reach. It can’t be helped, Malleus sighs. For as fleeting as you were, you sure were entertaining.

And yet as your voice met your friends and you turned to face them, your foot slipped and you came tumbling down. Yelping as jagged rock embedded itself into your palms and exposed knees. You hissed in pain as you examined the blood that began to leak out your poor cuts, dripping and collecting into a puddle down below.

And just like that the smell of your blood has awoken the beast.

The moment your friends made it up the hill they fell down wordlessly. It didn’t even click in your brain what had happened. Eyes couldn’t even follow the large black blurr that seemingly flew down from the sky and picked off your friends one by one. Leaving them not a second for them to scream, not a second for them to feel an ounce of fear.

Shakely you called out for them. No response came, just the sway of the wind. Fear mounted you to your spot. You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything and the smell of blood, thick and metallic clung to your nose.

And that smell only became more apparent as a pair of sharp slender pale hands reached for you from the darkness. Twisting your head from the lifeless bodies of your friends to the glowing red eyes of a beast. Domineering, lustful. The beast gazed down at you with such ferocity, you were sure you were about to pass. Those hands, stained with the blood of your friends, trailed down to your bloodied hand and lifted it up to its mouth.

A forked tongue slithered from its mouth and slid across your open wound. And just like that, its eyes rolled back and closed, and it visibly shivered. Disgust thick with fear coated your throat at its reaction and your body fought to move. And yet, it’s hold on your wrist turned harsh, knife-like nails digging into the delicate skin of your wrist and you stilled.

Its eyes opened into narrowed slits. Lips parting into a pleased smirk, allowing you to see its long, sharp teeth. And with a voice, deep and smooth and seemingly human, it purred.

“What an interesting find…”

[lemon-pilled]

you flew too close to the sun, philip

[khaoala]

this place isn't mine alone. it's ours. i'm here to support you in all your dreams.

DUNK NATACHAI as STYLE SATTAWAT episode 12 of THE HEART KILLERS

[kyurochurro]

make sure to kiss your local chaplain goodbye before you have to leave camp! :p 🩵

[the-woman-upstairs]

You’re laughing. Armand made himself a fledgling with more swag, a sharper mind, and bigger fangs than him and you’re laughing.