#chip yells

[spookychiptune]

i Literally love the way u draw demogorgon and was wondering if u had any. tips?? to draw demo . also have seen u have drawn xeno a couple times too. any tips for drawing em?

Hiiiii im sorry this is so late! I tried making a little guide to how i stylize demo c:

I usually give them an hourglass body shape with a super tapered waist in comparison to the shoulders and hips

Open mouthed is like a flower, with the skin flaps showing depending on the direction they're facing

close mouthed is my favorite way to draw them, here's how I make them "face" different directions and pull expressions

For xeno, I'm still real new to drawing her myself haha. best advice I can give is just keep as many refs up as you can 😭

[chiptunehero]

every time i think ive made peace with femininity my bra wire stabs me again

[cpprcoyote]

Maybe it's because of the FCG soul reveal, but no one seems to be talking about Laudna potentially having a soul???? 

Mechanically Laudna is a Hollowed One, a resurrected body with no soul that has muscle memory of what they once were. (Similar to Rebirths in Curse of Strahd) 

"Hollow Ones are those resurrected by strange necromantic magic, brought back without their soul but still with a sense of self. "

Pike states that she saw two souls tied together. I was sitting here before this ep so stressed that they would have to homebrew a new spell because all resurrection spells cannot resurrect undead. The best case scenario would be a Laudna before she died on the Sun Tree with her soul intact. 

Resurrection - "You touch a dead creature that has been dead for no more than a century, that didn't die of old age, and that isn't undead. If its soul is free and willing, the target returns to life with all its hit points. " 

Maybe I've been overthinking all this, but this is the big revelation of the last ep, and I am interested to see how this resurrection plays out. A part of me still feels like there's something we are missing from this resurrection. I am excited to find out what that might be! : ) 

[candycanexolo]

windsinger would let u smoke weed

he'd buy u the weed

[dinzeeyz]

It's missing FNC hours again (it's been that way for nearly half a year now)

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Danny is just a kid ya know? Like he is just a little guy. A baby really. 14? Tiny child! Look at him, he needs to be protected. Someone has to help this poor little dude. I mean he forgets to use his own powers to avoid attacks all the time.

Anyway cut to Batfam not knowing all of Dannys power set cause the lil dingus keeps forgetting he can do that stuff in the heat of battle.

Danny uses his invisibility all the time… to avoid being followed. But in a fight? Oopsies hes too busy thinking of funny one liners to realise he could do that.

Intangibility? Give the guy a break. I mean who calls themselves condiment king. Even he was stunned.

He so rarely actually uses his biggest advantage powers that the League doubt he actually has them. He, like any naive child, trusts them and reported fully on his power set. Instead of just asking him to demonstrate his powers they instead start watching him and try to find evidence of his powers.

At least they know duplication was true since they watched him make a copy of himself to go to the bathroom and not miss any of his fav tv show.

[wasyago]

jrwi episode 15 spoilers? i guess?

DM: so guys, its gonna be a while until you reach your next goal, do you want to do anything in this time? :D

Jay and Chip: *morning bickering and chill routine*

GILLION mother fucking TIDESTRIDER : i wish to confront Chip about his past sins in a form of a combat trial where i smite him with lightning and slash him with my longsword multiple times to the point where the deck is covered in his blood and he's nearly dead.

[c-kiddo]

got to tha episode/scene in which the gals go get tattoos while caleb and fjord eat fish and chips and also caduceus tells them about green beans and destiny and how they're the same and just absolutely drenches some chips in vinegar

[hellonoblesky]

Thrawn fans can we all please unite and hold hands and hope hope hope we get Che'ri. Please can we all hope for Che'ri

[hyperfocusthusly]

Listening to Heaven, Iowa on repeat and thinking about them

Something about I closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow, something about scar crossed lovers

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[spookychiptune]

Name him. name him now.name him.

(also blehhhhhhhhh NO MEDIA IN AsKs!! THAT sUCKs!!)

oh LA CREATURA!!

The lil guy's supposed to represent me so I never really thought much about a name tbh BUT I've been goin back n forth on the names Shen or Rat, i'm leanin toward Rat tbh.

[chiptunehero]

i think the code lyoko opening changed something in my brain chemistry

[cpprcoyote]

Y’all I think Laudna is cursed!!

-This spell also neutralizes any poisons and cures non-magical diseases that affected the creature at the time it died. This spell doesn't, however, remove magical diseases, curses, or similar effects; if these aren't first removed prior to casting the spell, they take effect when the creature returns to life. The spell can't return an undead creature to life.- Laudna would have not come back undead if they were following the rules of the spell. I think w/e Laudna is (mechanically a hollowed one but has a soul???) is cursed and might not be able to be resurrected back to life. Maybe if they used true resurrection this might be different?   

[elliotthinkssometimes]

Thinking about Jay Ferin and her relationship with fire. First with (presumably) her grandmother and father, then Ava, then her father in a whole new light, and then chip. Do you think that chip getting his magic redefined what fire meant to her? Or do you think for the first few days she couldn’t look him in the eyes? Couldn’t bare to hear him talk about it?

@lesbianchipbastard @keysinthecouch :>

[chiptrillino]

ZUKKA NOVELS 2022 IS OUT!

it was a really fun project with lots of lovley and talented writer and artists!

i got to colaborate with aiyah (writer) and burnt_oranges (beta) so if you like to check it out click on this links below!

DOWNLOAD IT HERE zukkanovels blog

aiyah ao3 & burnt_oranges ao3

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on the left side is zuko standing stiff, frowning wearing a black blazer, black tie, whithe dressshirt and rolled up black pants with withe senakers. in his right hand he is holding a black backpack with yellow straps. his right ear is pirced with many pircings one resembeling the sun with a crecent moon dangeling form it. he is leaning away form sokka.

sokka is standing on a blue bike with some details of rust and dirt and three decorative stickers on the fornt. he is holding out a magazine in zukos face iridecent drips falling out from it. sokka has his eyes closed and a big smiling open mouth saying in the speachbubble above his head "its out!" he is wearing a green sweatshirt with yellow strings and sleave cufs. black pants. and yellow convers.

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