#finally did it ^^

[dokidokitsuna]

Inspector Tiff: A tax collector for the royal court, whose very name strikes fear into the merchant class of the Dream Kingdom. Despite her ruthlessness, she quickly develops a soft spot for a certain silly pink hero, and tries to teach them about the workings of the kingdom while bailing them out of trouble (literally...).

The Meta-Knight: A mysterious being who guards the Ever-Sleeping King, as well as the highest members of the royal court. It is considered a sacred weapon, which has protected the Dream Kingdom since its founding. Most people are not allowed to touch it or speak to it, but contrary to popular belief, it does talk, and it decides to grant Kirby a special exception after they finally meet. The two of them share many long conversations about a secret class of people, animals, and objects known as the ‘Dreamwrought’...

[konxhk]

Freakshow☆Finale

Taemi Mori's execution

TW's: Death, blood, decapitation, blades,

(I finally managed to write this! :D My first time actually writing so I hope everyone that was waiting for this is satisfied, have a good time reading!)

"IT'SSSS PUNISHMENT TIMEEE!!!!"

How many times had Taemi heard this? 2? 3? 4? She didn't remember but it didn't really matter, she wouldn't have to hear it any longer so counting was no concern now, how lucky!..Well, maybe lucky was not the best word, but after killing [REDACTED] she was getting a lot more than she believed she deserved.

That was one of the various thoughts on her head as she felt the metal collar lock around her neck, stealing the air from her lungs as it dragged her away from the court room and classmates to whatever was waiting for her.

Long hallways were all that was visible for a while, followed by complete darkness and eventual light, and before she knew it Taemi found herself in a..stage? It was like her own stage but..different. Most was similar, red, yellow and white curtains, bright lights pointing to the stage she fell into, big decorations and details everywhere. She stood up, a bit wobbly from being dropped so carelessly, only to be met with countless gazes...well, sort of.

Countless figures with scribbled faces, of all ages and genders, both in the audience and in the stage as other performers, were looking at them, the closer ones even having puppet joints.

Taemi felt a bit uneasy at the 'realism' but still kept on her smile, not like she was happy, of course not, but if she was going to die in front of everyone she didn't want her last performance to be some kind of pity party, she wanted to honor her talent, to spare one big show and make it remarkable..to make it worth what she had done.

As the execution music started playing, a more circus themed version of it, she noticed a big vertical counter on the curtain, from 0 to 100, the 0 with sad face and the 100 with a laughing one instead, it was quite obvious what she was supposed to do, make the audience laugh, she could do that..

So she did!

She didn't know how but she didn't care, she just did it all, speaking and presenting each and every act with more and more effort, speaking louder and non-stop gesturing as the figures on stage moved and performed. Smiles, shouts, jokes, dancing, anything that made the people entertained she did, and it worked perfectly - The scribbled on their faces turned into happy smiles, the cheerful sounds coming from the crowd making her feel the adrenaline on her body, the counter going up nonstop.

..20..45..65..80..and eventually 100!

Taemi was glad that it reached the top, she actually did it! She made the incredible final show she desired!!..

..Yet..strangely nothing happened, the cheerings continued and so did the performers, not stopping once, which confused her but she went along with it, so much agitation she almost forgot it was only leading to her inevitable death..

As she kept the show going, suddenly a monokuma dressed as a clown came up with a giant circus hammer and banged the counter on the curtain, making it spin a lot until it went still again, but this time turned upside down, the top saying the same 0 as before and the bottom with a -100 and a angry face, and when Taemi saw it? She was shocked, and a bit scared but she tried to keep it up, please tell her that it was not going on what she thought of..

Taemi continued the show, keeping on her theatrical smile and composure, trying to ignore the sweat in her hands and the fast beating of her heart, performing just as greatly as before..but the results weren't as great.

In one moment everything was 'perfect', the counter was on 0, people cheering and laughing, perfect music playing, various performers on stage with the focus on them. In the other moment everything had gone south, no matter what Taemi did the counter went down and reached -100, smiles had turned into frowns and cries, booing instead of cheering, the music getting more and more distorted and performers disappearing or breaking apart, one by one..until eventually Taemi was the only one on stage.

She wanted to keep going even with no more people for acts, the lights focusing on her in the stage's center. Taemi tried to think of something, she really did, but while she was silently panicking and doing her best to figure it out the people got more agitated, their voices getting louder and louder in the crowd.

"Why is this show so mediocre?"

"How boring!"

"I thought this would be better.."

"This is a waste of time."

Usually Taemi would have a polite thing to say back, a laugh to put on, a shrug to leave it be, but right now? The constant reminder of death and fear of every next second was eating her up, especially when the people didn't stop and their words got harsher..

"Is that girl even trying?"

"Does she think she's good or something?"

"Ha! What a stupid joke!"

"Just leave the stage already!"

"Such a disappointment.."

Those were only examples of the thousands of insults and comments she could hear, her chest tightening and her smile wavering. She wanted to continue the show and improve it but before she could even begin to try she felt a sudden pressure in her chest and saw a red stain in her suit..what the..

It confused Taemi for a few seconds but when she saw another one in her leg she understood what it was, tomatoes.

Tomatoes were being thrown at her along with shouts and booing, and of course it was not only that that was being thrown - Eggs, shoes, trash, cans, rocks, knifes, etc.. it all hurt, the sharper things leaving bruises and cuts all over her body, leaving cuts and stains in her clothes.

As it went on and on it only got worse, Taemi's breath getting shaky, her smile no longer on her face, the pain getting stronger, her unblinking eyes getting watery and her body almost shaking as she panicked, no longer being able to hear coherent phrases between the distorted music tunes as she became overwhelmed.

"Freak"

"Disgrace"

"Selfish"

"Murderer"

"Weak"

"Heartless"

"Lost soul"

"Ordinary"

It was all swirling in Taemi's head as she tried to shut the noise off, trying to ignore the words and pain she felt all at once, both in her skin and in her heart..yet, despite all of that, a different sound rang out in her ears between all the noise, a sound coming from above, almost as if something opening..

"Huh..?"

She barely choked out between breaths as she turned her head to look up at the ceiling above the stage, her vision blurred for a second by her watery gaze, and in the red curtain she saw a bunch of confetti coming out from a hole, followed by the sight of a huge blade just above.

Taemi's eyes widened as she saw the shiny mouton over her, giant, sharp and unmoving, the music reaching its peak, the instruments pausing and the lights fully focusing on her, everything else going dark..and, as a finale, the weapon suddenly dropping on top of her.

She barely had time to react as the last thing her crying eyes saw were confetti, angry faces and the blade that cut her throat open in one go, splashing her pink blood everywhere on stage, the music ending cheerfully and confetti flying everywhere, her pityful body being dropped on the wooden floor and ending her perfomance and execution..and her life as well..

[Taemi.exe saved to NWP_blackened_list]

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[mochasucculent]

The gang all together 👍

Sketch v final + refs below!

First pic was reffed from My Own Private Idaho, which ended up being a really bad idea because this focal length was ridiculous to try and flatten out and match with the others lol

Second pic was obvi The Pieta by Michelangelo, but shoutout to my partner for suggesting the role reversal cause I was initially gonna draw Viktor in Jayce's arms again, but having it the other way around gave me the idea for the last piece where they're mutually in each other's arms and on equal ground in the composition

Third pic was reffed from The Blossoming Of Love by Miquel Blay! Had to move Jayce's hand to Viktor's shoulder because he was too yolked for his arm to fit between them lmao

[anyknotrants]

-after Damian turned 16, at the family dinner-

Bruce: so... Damian, do you remember the Oreov girl you met at the gala last week?

Damian: *looks up* yes

Bruce: what do you think of her...?

Dick: *tries not to laugh*

Tim: *fails not to laugh*

Steph: *doesn't even try not to laugh*

Damian: she was... acceptable, if a bit annoying, why do you ask?

Tim: He's trying to set you up!

Batkids -Damian: *laughs*

Damian: *stares blankly*

Bruce: of course, you don't hav-

Damian: father, are you unaware that I'm in a committed relationship?

Duke, Tim and Dick: *choke on their food*

Steph: *chokes on her drink*

Cass: *smiles*

Batkids: WHAT?!

Bruce: ... I-....

Jason: *laughs so hard he almost falls from his chair* oh Jesus Christ! The world's best detectives at their finest!

Dick: you knew? And you didn't tell me?!

Jason: where the fuck do you think he went almost every fucking friday?

Bruce: *turns to Damian* I- I though you were having sleepover with Jon

Damian: I was.

Dick: but you just-

Batfam: *stops all their movememnt as they realize*

Jason: *actually falls from his chair laughing*

Bruce: JONATHAN SAMUEL KENT!

-over at the Kent farm, also having family dinner-

Jon, who heard Bruce shout his name: I feel like I'm going to get murdered by a bat in my sleep

Clark, who was also listening in: right after you explain why I had to find out you're dating Damian throught their family dinner

Jon: hehe... fuck

[daeyumi]

Autumn makes me think of you 🥀

[wishfulsketching]

Some not so serious doodles about the idea where Silco survived and Warwrick!Vander found him. I did these as fanservice for ME! Especially the clothes thing

(have fun trying to figure out the reading order of the third sketch dump)

[spacerockband]

Quetzalcoatlus! poised to spear her prey!

[eriochromatic]

you're not alone, look at my shadow I'm behind you like a ghost

[the-game-spirit]

sometimes a piece of media just! grabs you by the throat and says, "hey buddy! I'm gonna irrevocably alter your brain chemistry now! have fun with that!!"

and then you just ! gotta deal with that ! you guess !!

[clumsypuppy]

abogagos……..

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[markscherz]

Meet the seven new frog species we just named after iconic Star Trek captains!

Artwork by A. Petzold, CC BY-ND 4.0

At the right time of year along rushing streams in the humid rainforests that stretch the length of Madagascar's eastern and northern mountain ridges, otherworldly trills of piercing whistles can be heard.

Are they birds? Insects? Communicator beeps? Tricorder noises?

No, they're little treefrogs!

Boophis janewayae. Photo by M. Vences, CC BY-SA 4.0

Until recently, we thought all of the populations of these little brown frogs across the island were one widespread species, Boophis marojezensis, described in 1994. But genetics in the early 2000s and 2010s showed that there were several species here, not just one.

Now my colleagues and I have shown that they are in fact eight separate species, each with unique calls!

These whistling sounds reminded us so much of Star Trek sound effects that we decided to name the seven new species after Star Trek captains: Boophis kirki, B. picardi, B. janewayae, B. siskoi, B. pikei, B. archeri, and B. burnhamae.

Photos of all new species described by Vences et al. 2024. CC BY-SA 4.0

I subtly and not-so-subtly built some Star Trek references into the paper, but probably the best one is this one:

'Finding these frogs sometimes requires considerable trekking; pursuing strange new calls, to seek out new frogs in new forests; boldly going where no herpetologist has gone before.'

— Vences et al. 2024

There’s a real sense of scientific discovery and exploration here, which we think is in the spirit of Star Trek.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that there are at least two Trekkies amongst the authors (including yours truly). As fans of Star Trek, we are also just pleased to dedicate these new species to the characters who have inspired and entertained us over the decades.

On a personal note, this marks a milestone for me, as it means I have now described over 100 frog species! I am very pleased that the 100th is Captain Janeway's Bright-eyed Frog, Boophis janewayae (if you count them in order of appearance in the paper)—she is probably my favourite captain, and I really love Star Trek: Voyager.

You can read more about the discovery of these new species on my website! You can also read the Open Access paper published in Vertebrate Zoology here.

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[goldensunset]

did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back