#forgive the low effort

[kerizaret]

Read two fics on ao3 today by two amazing mutuals that made me Feel Things (tm) you guys should totally check them out too

^ not exactly fanart but I needed to give Emu a hug after what she's been put through in the story (@aroace-polyshow WHEN I CATCH YOU...) and I thought Rui worked best bc of the recent h☆w physical affection starvation post

@theguardianace I hope you know your fic adds 10 years to my lifespan with every update. oughhhfhh they love each other so much I am losing my mind

[blighted-lights]

more longarm and blackcat! or shockwave and ravage, whichever you prefer, lol

trying to learn how to draw longarm is so hard,, why r u shaped like that

(more art of them here, here, and here!)

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 13: Snow Day

Steve was so cozy, so warm and toasty. Sleep was pulling him back under when his evil, cruel and mean boyfriend decided to jump on him!

"Edward fucking Munson, what the fuck."

"Stevie, my sweet love, I wish fucking was my middle name, but get up, it's snowing!"

Ok, maybe his boyfriend was actually very cute and adorable and could be forgiven for rudely waking him up barely past 6. Both the boys had been waiting for today, sharing an enthusiasm for the frozen crystal delights.

Snow days had been a favourite of Eddie's growing up; there was no school, and everyone wanted to play, even with the freak. Wayne had built him a sled his first winter with him, and he fondly remembered spending hours going down the hill behind the trailer park.

Steve's memories of snow days weren't so happy. Snow days meant being stuck at home with his parents if they were around, and his mother never let him play in the snow, not wanting him to come in wet. His first real snow day had been with Robin the previous year, who goaded him into ambushing the kids into a snowball fight.

A winter coat pulled over their pyjamas, the boys huddled outside and watched the first few flecks of white fall down around them. The cold air was already reddening their cheeks, and the snowflakes littered their hair, but it was perfect.

"Thanks for waking me, Eds."

Eddie's fingers tightened around Steve's as he smiled at him, "No one I'd rather share it with, sweetheart."

Ao3

[thecrabbybarista]

Maybe the real house was the friends we made along the way^1

1. Oh fuck off

[eldrichfuck666]

I NEEDED TO JUMP ON A HYPE TRAIN AND MAKE LUCINDA A GOTH COWGIRL OKAY AND GIVE HER THIS HAT FORGIVE MEEEE (also she doesn't need a normal horse I feel like she needs a fucking kelpie okay)

[pokimoko]

Simon Petrikov

Anon-Orbo wants that Canon-Blorbo obliterated.

[aizhits]

Season 1 jon, Colored this time! :)

Also Gerry! :D!

[birdietrait]

best dad

[laurelwen]

lyrics from Through Me (The Flood) by Hozier

[wizardfudge]

2 guys but now in color! w some other random doodles under the readmore

i imagine they have wildly differing tastes in pizza, although ingo is not as picky and is much more likely to enjoy cursed pizza topping combinations

but emmet still eats ingos order out of spite when ingo steals his

[tally-rice]

Oh wow wee will you look at that, I'm back :D

[etherialises]

── ( rachel zegler, gender apathetic, she/they. ) ＊ ︰ alicia grace jimenez. chiron often praises their ardent temperament, but mr. d’s always going on about how they can be pretty venomous. that comes as no surprise, knowing that they’ve been at camp now for fifteen years and they turned twenty-three this year.

BASICS.

FULL NAME  alicia grace jimenez NICKNAME(S)  ali, al AGE  twenty three DATE OF BIRTH  february 21 PLACE OF BIRTH  fort lauderdale, fl CURRENT LOCATION  long island, ny ETHNICITY  white latine GENDER  gender apathetic PRONOUNS  she / they ORIENTATION  bisexual & biromantic RELIGION catholic EDUCATION LEVEL  high school, ged LIVING ARRANGEMENTS  cabin 10 FINANCIAL STATUS  lower middle class SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT  south floridian, “long vowels” SPOKEN LANGUAGES english, spanish, greek

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM  rachel zegler HAIR COLOR AND STYLE  dark brown, usually long COMPLEXION  cool, mid-toned tan EYE COLOR  dark warm brown EYESIGHT  poor, typically seen with glasses on her head HEIGHT 5'2 BODY AND BUILD  petite, lithe, delicate TATTOOS none PIERCINGS  ears, singular CLOTHING STYLE  ecclectic, primarily feminine, flow-y and loose cuts, lots of skirts DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS  large mouth SIGNATURE SCENT  suntan oil and various, cheap body sprays

PERSONALITY.

LABEL  the chameleon POSITIVE TRAITS  passionate, lively, friendly, adaptable, curious NEGATIVE TRAITS  vitriolic, spiteful, irresolute, irritable, unsteady TROPES manic pixie dream girl, the broken bird, cute and psycho, damsel errant, beauty brains and brawn, the ophelia TOUCHSTONES molly gunn (uptown girls), holly golightly (breakfast at tiffany's), sally bowles (cabaret), juliet hulme (heavenly creatures), penny lane (almost famous), jenna rink (13go30), daisy buchanan (the great gatsby), cordelia chase (btvs)

BEFORE CAMP.

triggers parental death

mateo jimenez meets aphrodite much like he would have met any other woman — in the crowd, at one of his rock shows in a little divebar. he doesn't think much of it at the time. beautiful women are a perk of his job, as it happens. a false name, a pseudonym of hers, and he's never the wiser for their brief love affair. a child, much less one that he didn't ask for, was never part of the plan. a gift, she calls it, though he's less certain of that. when he recounts the story to his daughter a few years later, her eyes wide and bright, he'll tell her it was because he had so much love to give and her mother knew that he needed them. and a loving father he is, while he can be. he gives up his music, he starts working in real jobs, moving them to where the work is, turning their travel into games so alicia, named for his mother, will never suspect it was because they have to. demigods are distinctive, and she is no different. he does what he can to protect her while he's there, though that does not last as long as either of them would have liked. she's only six when he passes, an accident, she's told, when the gentleman who informed her is asking where her mother is, the answer one she doesn't have. her mother's not there, her mother's never been there for her. no extended family that she knows, only seven with no answers. their answers will change everytime she's asked, but she knows to travel on her own now, using some of the same tactics her father did to evade danger — both human and monster. she gets used to relying on only themself for safety, occasionally taking up with others, but rarely sticking with them for as long as it would take for them know her, see her do her little rituals of protection every night, pray to a mother they're certain has never listened or cared. she gets by through asking for things, an explanation that earns her confused glances from others without homes, something they haven't had luck with. she doesn't know her persuasion is magical, only that it works. it isn't long, however, before some of these friends are not quite so normal, either. she knows they aren't like her, not exactly, but they seem to know more than her. one of them tells her there's somewhere she can go, where she wouldn't have to keep on the move as much anymore, where her mother's other children are. indignation strikes her more than desire, that her mother has other children and has not brought them to the same place after all this time, but the desire to have a family again wins out.

CAMP.

after her satyr friend explains everything about the gods, she isn't sure what to think, whether to believe them. she chooses to, for the sake of meeting siblings she may have, but there's a suspicion in her at the concept of gods outside of the god that her father raised her with. it's hard to disagree once she reaches camp, though, and sees the magic for herself. she spends the bulk of her time there — mostly training, which she liked, but also learning, which she liked less. she doesn't feel the same need to keep moving, feels safety finally for the first time since her father passed. aided by having friends with similar abilities, who understand what she means when she says she can just do something, or that the words on a page swim around for them the way alphabet soup does in the pot. it makes it easy to feel at ease there, to sink into comfort they haven't had before, and they rarely leave as a result, becoming a long term resident and one of the friendlier faces for new campers. her upbringing doesn't get brought up much, certainly not by alicia themself, and any mention of parents usually gets a swift subject change. their trust in her siblings and other demigods does not extend to the gods, to the mother who neglects. despite her comfort at camp, the distance she creates by letting few people in is a safety measure. fifteen years, longer than she had been on her own or with her father, and she does not want to risk not living up to the image they have had of her for so long. so she shapes herself to what she thinks people want to see, an image of perfection as they see fit, with little to no room for error. she wants to be everything to everyone, craves approval like it's water. she just wants to be enough.

tldr pathological people pleaser with abandonment issues, a different person to everyone

[angeltism]

I guess part of me just wants to know that it wasn't one-sided ?

[mochiflxwer]

i gotta start drawing her more buff, lest my boyfriend banish me to the shadows

[troutlawyer]

I am procrastinating and hyperfixating so I doodled a moment I had in New Vegas last night where my Courier Ash got stung by a bunch of cazadors and had no anti-venom so I was stuck in the wilderness for like 2 hours in-game drinking my entire stock of Sunset Sarsaparilla and eating every Gecko Steak I owned just to counteract the poison until it wore off.

[junkverse]

Does Dimu Deathroar talk like Jack Black

oh, he absolutely does