#WDYM UNFINISHED

[noctilu-uca]

Thinking about how ichiros favourite food is miso stewed mackerel like its actually fucking me up

Youre telling me that your favourite food is something you had in your childhood that your FATHER made for you ? Your father that you hate so much ? That one ? The one you detest ? The one you claimed kids from ? The one you refuse to acknowledge as a part of your life ? THAT ONE ?

so you. Ichiro. Are telling us that despite the hatred you have for this man, there was a time where he was so dearly important to you. So important, that your favourite food was something HE alone made for you ? And fondly remembers making for you ? So often that it was important to bring up to you ?

Ah. Ok. I see. You have yearning disorder, ichiro.

[birbykirb]

POV it’s your birthday and you’re about to be gifted a big ol present from a nice doll :)

This is actually a redraw from a post I did about a year ago over on instagram :3 I think the painterly vibe I give it this time around made it look super cool and more menacing overall lmao hopefully y’all think so 2

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[hai7ani]

WAIT???? NO PREV POST WAS A MISTAKE

[stravinsky-naked-photos]

Petition to audio dramad to stop releasing episodes until I'm done with my exams and caught up

[children-of-the-red-queen]

How it started:

How it's going:

[monofazz]

[IT/ITS] || 2M [6'7"] || ???

[Marama is a robot-puppet prototype turned rogue for a large scale - and equally large sized Daycare Company - called Eventide Daycare.

After the official lines went haywire, both physical and digital, they were quickly recalled as the Daycares were forced to shut down.

But the location of the Prototype is still Unknown, and theres been multiple disappearances of Adults - mostly Parents - churring and broiling gossip and hearsays and scary bedtime stories ever since.]

Marama has it's unwilling participants imprisoned in the Largest of the Daycares the Company had to offer, so large and empty it broke the laws the reality in its liminality... Only Marama can freely move in and out of this inbetween, while the Adults can only have a One Way Ticket to being subjected to its nonsense!

Marama also has two other forms it can take to. One is of a digital form where it can take over the monitors across the Daycare to announce things, or keep Adults aware of the day's Schedule, which of the puppet-bot is To The Letter For, even to a disturbing and perhaps violent degree if not followed.

The second one is something hidden into the foggy depths, a giant mecha attatched with wires and tubes and metal. It's a safe bet not to go searching for it.

This is the first oc guy in a while my fucking hell-

[allfortzu]

i started reading "stumbling through the dark" on ao3 and just caught up oml 😭😭😭 I love fics with more than 100k words thank you so much 🫂

[borf-borfs]

if they really do announce a season 4 at this panel they better actually do something with chiyoh i swear to god .

[juanathesillyuser14]

THIS IS SO WELL MADE TO BE CALLED "UNFINISHED"

unfinished digital circus animation!!

[born-to-lose]

everybody say thank you the princess bride for making me want to get back into writing fanfiction

[demondinobear]

procrastinating rn so i went to look at some old art... the amount of time i went 'i drew that???' is alarming fhdjdh

[yourlocalchronicdaydreamer]

JULIE! AND! THE! PHANTOMS!!!!!!

Do me a favour and reblog this with a show you like that was cancelled after only one season. I don't mean shows that were always meant to be miniseries or shows that work perfectly well as a standalone story, or shows that might still get renewed. I mean shows that are and will forever remain unfinished. The more obscure the better.

[devotion-disorder]

be careful what you wish for...the village Killian's from is having a bit of a population crisis right now, and having a nice little human come by could be just what they need...

Oh noooo....I'm just a naive human lost in this big forest with no one waiting for me...would be a shame if some beautiful elves whisked me away and brainwashed me into thinking I'm their pet/breeding machine and only need their "love and devotion". That would be terrible /silly

- 🩵

wdym the beautiful elf men do not, in fact, have my best interests in mind and were planning something nefarious from the start </3 I was just gonna write down some quick thoughts but it kinda got out of hand LOL

Content warning for: implied drugging (hypnotics, aphrodisiacs), dubcon/ noncon touching (nothing explicit though), manipulation, slight obsessive/ yandere themes, general elven condescension?

Imagine that you’ve accidentally wandered too deep into the forest and lost your way, your shoes hardly holding up in the rough terrain, and the last remaining rays of the setting sun are snuffed out by the overgrown foliage…

To make things worse, you walk right into some sort of trap - a stumbling step is all it takes to activate the runic trip switch, and a suffocating cloud of purple gas is the last thing you remember before things fade to dark…

How clumsy of you! Good thing Priest Killian happened to be on his evening walks when he spotted your pitiful form twitching and writhing in the hunting trap he’d set up; carefully he scooped you up and went his way back to the village. Only the most observant would be able to discern that the Priests’ unmoving smile seemed a bit wider than usual.

It was a trap the elves set up for hunting animals, he’d explained. The poison was almost enough to be fatal, had he not been there in time to save you. It’ll also take a bit for all the toxins to be out of your system. No worries though, because Killian offers to take care of you in his quarters until you’re up on your feet again. 

You don’t even remember if you’d managed to give a response, what with lead-heavy limbs and relentless migraine pulsing in your head. Luckily, Killian treated you with utmost care. 3 meals a day (along with the antidote treatment) brought to your bed (well, his bed), and spoon-fed to you because you were too weak to even sit up. He massaged your stiff muscles and brushed your hair. He ran warm baths and washed you – and even then he never opened his eyes – so at least there was some comfort in that.

Under Killian’s care you gradually regain your strength, save for the occasional dizzy spell and fatigue. But he saved your life after all! Feeling indebted to him, you offer to stay longer in the village to help around. While Killian’s expression is ever-unreadable, you can’t help but sense a bit of…amusement from him upon your suggestion. Regardless, he agrees – so long as you agree not to wander too far outside the village, because it’s very dangerous out there, he said.

And of course, he maintained a watchful eye over you, shadowing your tottering form as you went around introducing yourself to the other villagers. How cute.

You worked whatever odd jobs the elves had for you. which isn’t much at all. Mostly just menial tasks, or perhaps relaying messages. Things that they could’ve easily done themselves with their magic, but it’s fun watching an over-enthusiastic little human do it instead, so eager to please. You would say they are…endeared, perhaps. Or maybe they’re just looking out for you, what with your unfinished recovery. Anyhow, the elves are charmed by the newfound presence in the village.

Killian gifts you a new set of clothes, made by the local tailor (you don’t remember visiting a tailor for measurements at any point though, strange). To help you feel more at home, he said. It's pretty, a delicate garment that flutters cool against your skin in the warm summer heat, with an unmistakably elven style of elegance. It is a little short but, well, elves are known for being tall so maybe they're not used to human proportions? The white silk is a bit sheer in places, and you tried to ignore how it clung to the contours of your body when you sweat…

You hadn’t expected elves to be so openly affectionate. Being a long-living race known for their high culture and intelligence, it made for the perception that they were maybe a bit prudish, engrossed in their endless pursuit of finer things to care about lowly desires. But you suppose the elves are as curious of you as you are of them. You got to know some of them quite well, and soon it was routine for them to envelop you in their embrace. They pet your hair and nuzzle into your neck (Killian said something about how common skinship is in elven culture), at times slipping their digits beneath your clothes…sometimes you don't really remember, because the medicine still made you a bit sluggish. But it's ok! Their affectionate nature is a surprise but one you welcome. You think. 

During all of which, your treatment continued. Just a little longer, Killian promised. The side-effects seem to show no sign of waning, if not worsening at times. Sometimes you struggle to recall what has happened and what has not. The elves didn’t seem to mind, gladly cradling your tired body when you are overcome with sudden bounds of weakness. You poor little thing, they cooed, one hand combing through your hair to distract you from their other that wandered along your body.

Some days the medicine leaves you feeling more flushed than usual, and a strange feeling you can’t quite place invades your senses; a deep, frustrating kind of yearning that throbbed in your core. You assume it's the side-effects of advanced elf sorcery/ enchantment in your antidote treatment. It’s a tad embarrassing, but you can’t really do anything about it when the elves (if not the Priest himself) check in on you so frequently. 

Your only reprieve comes when Killian slots himself snug against your smaller form at bedtime. Were you always this close? You’re not sure if you recall, trying desperately to suppress the suggestive thoughts flooding your brain. His cool hands trail over your body, and it feels way too good against your overheating skin, so good that you can’t even think about resisting as his lips come crashing on top of yours, when he slips his arm underneath your waist to push you closer, closer against him.

Stumbling out of Killian’s quarters in the dead of night, confused, and your vision blurred by hot tears, all you can think about is getting away from him, from this godforsaken place. The other elves stepped out of their houses from the commotion. It was as if something in the air shifted. Their friendly, curious pretenses have dropped completely, leaving a ravenous hunger and unyielding need in their place. The way they leer at your body, the disheveled elven outfit failing to provide much cover, makes your hair stand on their ends. The elves close in on you, their concerned voices laced with something unmistakably sinister. You’re trapped.

A gentle hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your stupor.

“Now, now, I’m sure we’re all very excited about our little one here, but everyone will have their turn sooner or later.” Killian explains. He leans close to your ear, whispering in a volume only audible to you. “Look at you getting everyone so riled up already. Aren’t you such a needy little pet?” You’re paralyzed in fear, but his husky voice in your ears is still setting your nerves alight. 

“I’ll give you two choices. Either you let me 'take care of you' back at home,” his arms snaked around your body again, lithe fingers fanning across your thighs. “Or we’ll give everyone a show, and maybe let them get...a preemptive taste, as well. What’ll it be?”

[flamingcookiesart]

hollow niko

[mangapeach]

my new kid oc, alex - more info under the cut!

--- small details

moved from brooklyn, new york - puerto rican parents! she misses it because of the amount of things to do + the culture of nyc itself, but her parents wanted to move to a small town because they thought it would be less overwhelming for her. she likes the "quiet mundane" of a small town and knowing everyone around her, but she still misses ny

used to be much more talkative and loud -> has selective mutism and has had it since she was 4, only talks to close friends and at home + doesn't usually like communicating non verbally either

despite her mutism, she enjoys being around other people + she's a person magnet (tbfw backstory)

when she does talk, her interjections are mostly deadpan and sarcastic. there's a lot of quiet fight in her, but since it's a struggle for her to talk, she lets most things go unnoticed

interests and hobbies

loves playing basketball and softball, but especially basketball. disappointed to know that the girls don't really play basketball and that the boys think baseball is boring, but she enjoys playing basketball with the boys. played point guard and shortstop at her old school and wishes that there were more girls sports teams in south park besides volleyball (which she isn't a big fan of but still goes to the games for support + wendy)

loves video games! a mega chinpokemon fan -> carries her 3DS and psp with her everywhere and has a bad habit of burying herself in games. a simultaneous nintendo hater and dickrider (she just loves chinpokemon wdym the newest release was BAD and UNFINISHED)

gardening -> ties into her plantmancer class! loved managing plants in old community garden at her apartment back in brooklyn and wants to do something similar in south park. in her mind, she communicates through her plants and feels that they are fully sentient

(special) relationships

alex's faves: yappers with a strong moral compass

absolutely whipped for wendy. she's praying to god that she breaks up with stan so she can shoot her shot -> was attached to her immediately during tfbw storyline and quests because wendy was the first to see her for who she was and treat her as such. she also appreciated her loyalty and later, her tenacity and patience since she seems genuinely interested in alex despite alex not talking + she talks enough for the both of them. alex is comfortable saying greetings to her but is working to try and say more :')

likes kyle the most out of the boys -> mainly urges him to talk about basketball to her and will occasionally join in! she feels very comfortable around him and enjoys his company a lot

honorable mentions: butters and jimmy

she wants to get closer to the girls group but feels pressured to talk -> she likes hanging out with them and wendy always invites her to sleepovers and girl meetings, but it stresses her out :'D she appreciates the gesture and joins in most of the time, but it's a lot for her

likes playing sports and games with the boys -> thinks the majority of them are stupid as fuck but enjoys hanging out with them as a whole because they don't make her feel as pressured to talk as much as the girls do

--- other notes: i have no idea if / how much the sp fandom likes new kid ocs but yeah, here's my child :') i made alex when i was 12 and playing the games for the first time, and the tfbw design is still the exact same (minus the fact that she was originally white). to do justice to my 12 year old self, i decided to redesign her + flesh her out more while keeping small parts of her that i did remember, such as her love for basketball, being from nyc, having a 3DS, blue hair, etc.

there's no promise that i'll do more with her, but if i feel like it, i may draw more of her and flesh her out more :D

[szilverer]

okay. so while running away from the zee police. crew was slightly too mutinous bc the last party didn't have enough oomph. someone decided to be too silly while drunk and burnt the rope reisz usually grabbed to swing by over the waters (like moana). ghostie the very next day grabbed the rope to attack a nasty zee-monster like they've done dozens of times before, not even blinking, not an ounce of fear, all trust and muscle memory, and the rope snaps with them mid-air.

they blink.

oh.

[wet crunch sfx. the beast drags them to the depths.]

k am gonna roll a d20 to see how painful this chomping was... 13. hm. not that bad! thats a little more than half their body inside the beast's maw, skewered, lodged between its teeth. teeth... dying like prey... fair enough. suits them. the sheer speed of the beast diving down racking their body, pressure increasing, the water getting into their crushed lungs, all the burning and the tearing. ah. they're gone gone. dead people rise in london, but they aren't gonna come back from pieces. they're not like feducci.

...there wasn't even any time to feel the adrenaline. that's the worst part. in those last few seconds, convinced they're dying for real, reisz isn't scared or regretful but disappointed.

uh. what.

????? (<- me as well actually. how can the flpc come back from being torn apart. we're just built different?¿)

controversy. what does that even mean.

reisz is forced to do one of the things they hate the most, Think while confused.

maybe that's why they considered giving a fingerking first. this option lowkey made me lose my shit i was so tempted. mr fathomking may i offer you a possessed weasel in this trying time. alas. i simply cannot pass off one of the rare silverer options. dicaprio pointing meme when i scrolled down and saw the glasses.

okay, this is genuinely cute. it feels like i just gave him a plushie.

reisz thinks this is the last thing they're gonna do and they decide to do dreamweaving. it's actually so fitting? since their very first contact with parabola was in the blind pianist storyline, jumping in the sea to get to the dream dawn machine. one of the most gorgeous sights they've ever seen-- the most, back then. so bright and beautiful, all alone in the dark, dark zee.

...

and then they're in the boat again.

?????

ya ever groggily go spend your actions after waking up from a nap and promptly kill your pc in two taps