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[magnusbae]

'I have something you want.' "And that is?" 'Information.' –At Death's Door

[genre]

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes (2024) in the style of Planet of the Apes (1968)

[snarkspawn]

a little sketch for the kinnporsche anniversary event week 1: favourite main character

[desceros]

soooo in order to keep y'all from sitting on the edge of your seats, i decided to put together a bit of a february road map. uh. such as i'm capable of having one, barring me being thwacked in the head by an idea i simply MUST get out, ahahhaa!

feb 14: leo valentine's day one-shot

feb 19: super secret project that definitely isn't a present for my roommate's birthday

feb... sometime: symphony 24 (will likely be before the other dates, depends on how quickly i can get them finished!)

feb 27: ...dont worry about it

late feb: donnie didn't mean to do that but well he's here now

late feb again, if i have time fingers crossed: symphony 25

march 1: mating season event

[thedeadthree]

⚖️ 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐘 -`. fo(tv) • 🥂 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 “𝐃𝐎𝐓” fo(tv)

🩺 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 -`. fo3 • 💄 𝐀𝐍𝐀 -`. fo4

🌞 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 -`. the witcher • 🌌 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 -`. asoiaf

🐇 𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀 -`. bg3 • 🐦‍⬛ 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 -`. vtm

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @marivenah, @rhettsabbott, @kyber-infinitygems, @crownrots, @loriane-elmuerto, @risingsh0t and @a-treides to use this 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰!! ty sm!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆:

@girliefailure, @bloodofvalyria, @shadowsofrose, @hartsvale, @jendoe

@queennymeria, @faerune, @rosenfey, @grapecaseschoices, @griffin-wood

@carlosoliveiraa, @aezyrraeshh, @avallachs, @florbelles, @unholymilf

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@confidentandgood, @adelaidedrubman, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @full---ofstarlight and you!!

[evelili]

opening comms! 5 slots available, check out my ko-fi page for more details ^^

[edenfire]

💙💚"Haru-chan mo daisuki"💚💙

still on my free! kick, so have this sneak peek at this new charm design🥰💗💞 I'll hopefully have it made soon, so keep an eye out👀

[rurihana]

...Uh, meow?

[theinvisiblemenace]

"Thank God you're home, Jack." "I would've come to you at once, Flora, but for this."

Flora Cranley & Jack Griffin, The Invisible Man (1933)

[the-kipsabian]

[critterlingz]

i havent been able to get very far in to the game because of Severe Crashage, but i love the art style and character designs, so ive been drawing some of the sinners 

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Tagged by: @eclecticwildflowers @nightbloodbix and @theelderhazelnut (last week) and @thesingularityseries today. Thank you all!!

tagging: @strangefable @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @marivenah @clicheantagonist @shallow-gravy @aceghosts @harmonyowl @detectivelokis @roofgeese @confidentandgood @henbased @florbelles @corvosattano @neverthesameneveranother @cassietrn @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @stacispratt @strafethesesinners @derelictheretic @voidika @v0idbuggy @inafieldofdaisies @vampireninjabunnies-blog @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @jacobsneed​ @megraen​ @kyber-infinitygems​ (no pressure, of course) and anyone else who I might have missed, please consider this me tagging you!

so this is still VERY rough from chapter 39, but here’s a little snippet of the continuation from the Kit and Grace standoff in chapter 37:

Grace stood frozen, not sure how much time had passed her by. The smell of truck exhaust had long since faded, and the rumble of the engine had disappeared into the distance along with the former Deputy. It didn’t feel real, like being caught in a nightmare and being aware of that fact – a lucid dream. That same feeling she had the day her father died, where some part of her brain refused to accept the reality of the situation.

Kit Cross was a member of Eden’s Gate.

She had no idea when it had happened, how long Kit had been playing a game with all of them, pretending to be one thing when she was just another snake in disguise like Joseph Seed was. Kit had gone and murdered Jess in cold blood, she’d wiped out the Wolf’s Den. God only knew what else she’d done in her time beyond the eyes and ears of the Resistance.

Thoughts raced through Grace’s mind and then it struck her, when the threat of attack was imminent, she hesitated – she never hesitated – she always took the shot.

And yet –

This time she couldn’t pull the trigger.

So much rage boiled inside of her at how the Deputy had gone behind all their backs, had spilled innocent blood in a war that she had been leading, that it made her freeze. Kit was a hero who’d turned to the other side – she had to know this was wrong, it had to be why she stayed quiet for so long.

Shame. She had to have felt shame.

Maybe this was a ploy, some decoy as an attempt to destroy the cult from within, gaining their trust so she could break it down like old sun bleached bones shattering under the pounding crush of her boots. She’d brought Jess’ body to Dutch to say his last goodbyes for God’s sake. There still had to be something worth saving inside of her. The cult couldn’t have corrupted someone who fought so hard for so long. Could they? They weren’t so powerful as to be able to turn a soldier like Cross into one of their own? They were just people who were led by madness, not by God.

Grace rubbed her hands down her face, pulling on the skin, covering her mouth in stunned silence as she stood out in the middle of the street – a lone figure surrounded by black asphalt on a dark day. She had to tell someone, she had to spread the news so that no one else would welcome Kit close enough to wind up with a knife in their back. If they did, it would be her fault.

Walking back to the church, her pace increased, the lengths of her strides growing ever wider as she started to race to the funeral while everything else around her slowed down, frozen in time. Storming towards the pyre, she pushed through the crowd of mourners that still watched the fire burning, the last charred bits of white sheet floating up into the air along with the smoke. She had to get to someone who could spread the word fast, who had reach in the community.

Standing off to the side in quiet solitude, Jerome and Dutch watched the remains of Jess burn away along with the future of Hope County. Jess had been one of the younger members of the Resistance – and along with Wheaty –  had been killed long before time was meant to have taken them. All hope for peace still rested on the shoulders of the older generation while the youth were being rounded up and either shot or locked away by the cult.

Grace stopped in front of the two men, looking between them, knowing this was the worst possible moment to drop something like this in their lap. But if Dutch was ever going to find some sort of way through, a chance at grieving and accepting Jess’ death, he’d need to know the truth. She’d had to be the bearer of bad news before…it was time to do so again.

“I hate to barge in,” Grace spoke softly, her eyes shifting away, her attention wanting to turn back to the road where Kit had once been. “But I gotta tell ya ‘bout what just happened.”

“What’s going on, Grace?” Jerome’s normally stoic exterior looked somewhat shaken by the sudden showing of panic from the sniper.

“It’s Cross.”

“What about her?”

“She’s gone off the rails. I think she’s with the cult.”

“What?” Jerome’s mouth opened in horror, his eyes going wide behind his glasses.

“Think she’s the one who killed Jess too.” Grace’s eyes fell to the ground, unable to look Dutch in the eye.

The old man turned away, silent as his hand clasped to his mouth, his face turning as white as the sheet he’d wrapped his niece in, his eyes squeezed shut tight fighting against the rising need to be sick.

“I’m so sorry,” Grace mumbled.

Jerome rubbed at his forehead, squeezing his brow as if a migraine was coming on, until his hand snapped away and his eyes bugged out of his head. “Son of a bitch, I asked her to head to the Henbane to bring the Peggie defector to the safe house.”

“She drove off a little while ago. I should’ve said something sooner, but I –”

“No Grace, you did exactly what anyone else would do. Come with me, we’ve got to get word to Whitehorse.”

They rushed back through the crowd, eyes following the Pastor and Grace wondering what the fuss was about. As they pushed past Mary May, Jerome stopped and hooked his hand around her arm, dragging her along with them.

“What the hell’s going on?” Mary May asked curtly.

“We need your radio.” Jerome kept walking, focused more on the task at hand than the usual socializing. “You were right about Cross, she’s turned Peggie.”

Mary May’s feet firmly planted to the ground, stopping the group in their tracks. She looked between Jerome and Grace, not quite believing it. “No, fuck off.”

“I wish it was a joke. But I sent her off to the Jail and we need to make sure she doesn’t get her hands on –”

“Aw shit, the Peggie defector.”

Mary May jogged forward, leading the other two back to the Spread Eagle. Rushing to grab the keys from her purse and unlock the door, the keys fumbled in her fingers, knowing every second wasted meant the life of another was coming that much closer to its end.

The bar door creaked open and the three Resistance members entered, Mary May rushed to the radio, flipping switches and turning dials to get in contact with the Jail while the other two could do nothing but watch, wait, and pray. 

“Sheriff Whitehorse? Earl, you there?” Nothing but static, silence.  She twisted knobs to tune the frequency further. “Sheriff Whitehorse? This is Mary May Fairgrave. If you can hear this, I need you to answer me. You can’t give the Peggie –”

A loud hiss and a pop stopped the transmission.

“Motherfucker!” Mary May slammed her fist down on the radio in frustration.

Trying to reach the County Jail from Fall’s End was still hit or miss most days, the only one with any real luck of reaching everyone was Dutch and heading to his island would be no use. Kit would have already reached the Jail by then, the cult member taken care of however Eden’s Gate was known to do so.

Grace moved for the door, “I’m going after her.”

“No, can’t risk you getting hurt.” Jerome maintained his position as the voice of reason. “You need to tell us exactly what Cross said to you.”

Her hands fell to her hips, fingers pulling and gripping at the material of her shirt, fidgeting the only way she had available. “I asked her which side she was on. She didn’t take it so well. She snapped and then told me she found her purpose in the mountains.”

“Jesus Christ,” Mary May muttered, her chin falling to her chest in horrified disbelief.

“Jacob got to her,” Jerome remarked.

“Not surprising, really.” A hand drifted through blonde hair, rubbing at the roots to remove the tension headache. “Should’ve seen it coming sooner. Always had that same cold, distant thing he had going on the few times he came around,” Mary May said.

“We have no idea what he did to her to make her join.”

“Oh stop fucking standing up for her, Jerome! She’s a goddamn Peggie and we all know how bad they are. Not a single fucking one of them are in their right minds.”

[desceros]

for the House of Leaves Leo fic, do we have to read the book to get what's going on? i'm mildly curious about it anyway, so i wouldn't mind, personally

(also, happy pride :D hope you have a good one, and that your wrist is doing well <3)

yayyyy happy pride!!! waves my handful of flags

no no, you won't have to read it at all (though you certainly should, as it's a delightful read). i say house of leaves au, but it's more... house of leaves Inspired than a proper au

the book is about a guy who finds a screenplay of a movie, which is itself about a house that is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. rooms grow and shrink and change and appear and disappear with impossible dimensions.

that specifically is what i'll be taking from the book—the setting of the movie, about the house that changes around and creates a space of horror—not any of the plot elements or character relationships or anything like that. if you've read the book, there will be little things here and there that will make you go "ah yes i see where that came from," but if you haven't, you'll be completely able to enjoy the horror element all the same! :D

[belgianfry]

So I used to be in bandom a long long time ago and now I’m cleaning out my apartment and I realized I wanted to do a giveaway. What’s the point in keeping things in a box when it could make someone else happier? So this is The Young Veins merch that I got with the album deluxe package. It contains:

a beach towel

sunglasses

a beach ball

a poster / litograph

a viewfinder with TYV pics

If it’s possible I’d like to ask whoever wins to pay part of the shipping cause I don’t have much money at the moment. (But I don’t want this to be a reason people won’t participate, whoever wins we’ll figure something out!)

Anyway, good luck. Reblog, like. You don’t have to follow me. Just make sure your ask is open or I won’t be able to contact you ;)

If you have any questions or want more pics or whatever you can always message me.

[bloodlyst]

[edenfire]

💞🐶 Day 1 - Puppy 🐶💞

I'm a little late to toddallace week, but I hope you still like this🥺💗🌸