#just making them lil blobs with eyes in there

[gemwolfz]

so-called "free-thinkers" when they see a little baby creature: Holy crap a little baby creature

[kxsagi]

CHONK BABY NAGI

“𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢”

a/n: AWWW MY SHAYLAAAAAA

HE IS THE CUTEST BLUE LOCK BABY ☹️

THOSE CHUBBY CHEEKS AAAAAAA

guess i gotta write a post for this now bc he's too cute not to

(i don't know art credits)

you find nagi in his natural habitat: lying on the couch, hood up, eyes half-lidded like a panda who gave up on life, holding your 18-month-old son like a sack of microwaved potatoes. 

the baby? absolutely zoned. ipad at full brightness. one sock missing. chubby foot resting on nagi’s face like he pays rent. 

“yo,” you say. “you alive?” 

“barely,” nagi grunts, voice muffled by a baby sock. “he’s been watching that same cat video for twenty-eight minutes.” 

you peer over his shoulder. it’s not a cat video. it’s a low-budget 3D cartoon of a purple blob dancing to a song that goes, “numbers go one, two, three, shake your butt like a honeybee.” 

your son – let’s call him lil nagi – gives a violent little head nod like he’s at a rave, eyes locked on the screen. the second you make eye contact with him, he blinks and proceeds to hand you a random sticker he peeled off the back of the ipad. “buh,” he says wisely. 

“... thanks?” 

“he’s been giving me trash all day,” nagi mutters. “gave me a goldfish cracker and then ate it when i said thank you.” 

“king behavior, honestly.” 

the baby squawks something like, “ba-ta-buh-guh!” and throws the ipad straight up. 

nagi catches it midair with reflexes he’s never once used in actual parenting until now. 

“damn,” you whisper. “that was hot.” 

“this is my life now,” nagi sighs, adjusting the baby who is now trying to use his face as a climbing wall. “i’m not even a person. i’m a charging dock with anxiety.” 

the ipad turns back on. how? no one knows. but suddenly the blob is twerking again and lil nagi is back in position: legs sprawled, sippy cup in one hand, remote in the other like a tiny king on his throne. he taps at buttons with the confidence of someone who does not know what he's doing but will do it anyway. 

“he changed the language settings again,” nagi mutters as the screen suddenly starts yelling spanish numbers at full blast. 

“... is that why alexa keeps calling me ‘madre’?” 

“probably.” 

your son starts chewing on the edge of the ipad. nagi doesn’t even stop him. “it’s fine. builds immunity.” 

“it builds tetanus.” 

you sit beside them, watching as lil nagi starts dramatically fake-laughing at absolutely nothing and then immediately wipes his nose on nagi’s hoodie sleeve. 

nagi doesn’t flinch. 

he’s transcended. 

he’s reached peak dad enlightenment. 

nothing can hurt him now. 

the baby stands up on nagi’s lap, wobbly as a jello tower, and shouts, “BAH!” before sitting back down and tooting dramatically. 

“announcement made,” nagi nods solemnly. “we all heard.” 

you wipe tears from your eyes from laughing. “you’re so good at this.” 

“no i’m not. he’s in control. i’m just the guy holding the ipad.” 

but then your son leans into him, squishing his soft baby face against nagi’s cheek and babbling something that sounds like “dah-duh,” drooling slightly in the process. 

and nagi softens. 

“… okay,” he mumbles. “he can keep the sock on my face.” 

you press a kiss to both of them and sigh. it’s chaos. it’s loud. it’s full of mysterious fluids. 

but it’s your favorite version of peace. 

especially when the baby burps and tries to fist bump nagi like a bro. 

nagi fist bumps back. naturally. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[invincibledc]

kk let me cook rq.

So just imagine Damian gets a bad haircut and the reader is trying to make him feel better. But them they (pretend) to take a picture of him but they say "You look so good I swear!" And then show him this picture.

Basically reader being evil-

(It not a fic more like a funny skit)

“Ah shit, we gotta go bald.”

Summary: when a hair stylist fucks up his beautiful hair

Pair: Damian x reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

A/N: LMAO YESSS

Damian was hiding under his blanket, not wanting to show his face to the world. He just hopes his best friend won’t see his hair….

“Hey, lil D. Y/n is here to see you.” Dick says as he walks in Damian’s room. Damian looked under his with wide eyes.

“What?! No! Don’t let them in!” Dick couldn’t help but smirk, his older brother antics coming up as he crossed his arms.

“Too late lil D. They’re already in the manor.” Dick leaves the door open, not caring of the screams of the small boy to close his door.

Damian never felt this way, he shakes anxiously. No way would he let you see him. No way.

“Damian?” You question to see a blob of sheets over the boy you know and love. “What’s wrong?” You were clearly worried as you sat on his bed.

“My hair….” He says slowly. Raising a brow, you pat his back. “It can’t be that b—”

Damian takes the sheets off his head to show an atrocious taper fade looking Mohawk. You.. you swallows a laugh. Looking away from him before sighing.

“It’s not bad dames. It.. uh.. looks good and it fits your personality.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re not just saying that to cheer me up.. are you?”

“What?! Of course not! Look.” You pulled down the small phone settings and flashed your light twice to make it seem like you took a picture and googled Dora.

“Look bro.”

There, Damian saw a picture of Dora with a shaved head in the middle with her arms crossed. Damian’s face went red as he stared at you bewildered.

You were now laughing, “I can’t! I’m sorry!”

“RAHH!!”

Damian fnaf 2 foxy jumpscare jumped you as you both fell to the ground.

You are banned from seeing Titus.

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

an idea if u do decide to take rqs: foods enha would cook/bake u as their significant other

but u can always delete this :P

ahhh i love cute lil domestic prompts like this oneee,,,sorry it took me a while to get to this anon! here are lil blurbs of meals enha would cook for you hehe (only the hyung line though because i have insane writer's block rn) here's a lil something something before the next part of the no doubt series!

& side note: to all u fine line enthusiasts, the heeseung one is for you ;)

THE BOYFRIEND CHEF DIARIES ─ hyung line ⭑.ᐟ 

HEESEUNG doesn't know how to cook until after midnight. until it's quiet, the both of you probably half asleep, curled up on the couch and watching some rom-com that you forced him to watch with you (but he definitely still cried). until your stomach growls at the end of the movie and he slowly turns to you and gives you the look. you sigh. "hee, it's late, let's just go to be—" "baby, are you ready for gourmet?" yup, he's a lost cause. he disappears into the kitchen for a solid ten minutes and when he comes out, messy hair, wide grin and all—there in his hands: instant spicy ramyeon. he proudly places it on the coffee table in front of you before sprinting back into the kitchen and running back with the finishing touch: a slice of cheese. "amazing. beautiful. a masterpiece," he whispers to himself. you roll your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend. you regret buying him the pack of ramen to stock up at home. "okay, open up," he holds the bowl up under your chin with the chopsticks dangling in front of you, his eyes watching you intently. and when you finish, at the expense of your own tastebuds dying from spice, he runs back into the kitchen and makes you cool down with, of course, a single box of—coffee milk.

JAY only exists to spoil you. that's it. that's his sole purpose on this earth. so when you say you're hungry? oh, he's not cooking you a meal, no. he writes a cookbook for you. buried somewhere in one of the shelves of your shared kitchen—he has a notebook. a sacred notebook where he's literally documented the recipe to every meal you've ever liked—whether homemade, or meals from restaurants that he would attempt to recreate for you when it's too late at night for him to order in for you. so when you mutter you're hungry—he gasps and runs to grab it. "okay baby, what are we feeling tonight?" he's flipping through the pages like a man possessed. "do you want the stew from that place we went to last week? we should have all the ingredients. i'll sub the radish with potato." flip. "oh! what about the grilled chicken from our trip last year? i think i perfected the sauce, trust me." flip. "wait. no. no no—this is it. i'll make your favorite stea—" "jay." he freezes. his hand is mid-page-turn. you raise an eyebrow, amused at your endearing psychopath of a boyfriend. "i just wanted a snack." jay grins. "perfect. i'll start the grill, you grab the steak." sigh.

JAKE tries to surprise you with pancakes. not in a sweet breakfast-in-bed, 'good morning, my love' kind of way. no. he wakes you up at 2:43AM because he got hungry and missed you. "jake," you mumble, eyes still closed. "i've been here. the whole time." "i know," he whispers dramatically, already half-laying across your body, "but i still missed you." "...we're literally touching." "doesn't count. you have to be awake," he sighs, before releasing a storm of desperate kisses all over your face. "please, please, please come to the kitchen or i will cry. from starvation. and love." and so here you are—sitting on the counter, legs dangling, watching this menace of your boyfriend mix banana milk into his pancake batter, claiming he saw it once on tiktok and now must try it. a couple minutes—and a few stolen kisses from the counter later—and they're slightly undercooked. and shaped like questionable blobs in his attempt to make them heart-shaped. and he calls them 'jake-cakes.' but he tops it off with some strawberries and whipped cream and mumbles something about presentation being overrated anyways. then he places the plate beside you with a grin, slipping between your legs and feeding you a bite like it's a wedding cake moment. you chew slowly. it's raw. he looks at you like you hung the stars. so you smile anyways. it's the thought that counts.

SUNGHOON has never touched a kitchen utensil in his entire life. but it's late at night, and you're craving pasta. pasta. so, one frantic google search on how to boil water and one very questionable hour later—"wait," you smack your lips together, chewing the noodles he proudly presented in front of you as if he was a master chef himself. "it's...really good, hoon." his eyes go wide. "REALLY?" you nod, fighting back a smile. "yeah, seriously. i'm impressed." he blinks. "like, good good? or good-for-a-guy-who-thought-the-spatula-was-a-back-scratcher good?" you giggle. "good good, babe. i like it, good job." he throws his head back and pumps the air like a cartoon character. "I AM HIM!" he runs a victory lap around the kitchen and crashes right into you, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and lifting you up like you're his trophy for cooking one (1) decent meal. pasta sauce gets everywhere in process—but you're laughing, sweet and loud, all while sunghoon's thinking one thing: thank god he found that jar of pasta sauce in back of the pantry.

this is actually just pure crack, i apologize heh

[aeromore]

META META META META META META META META. Old art dump from earlier this year, more under the keep reading thing.

RIDER IS THERE. That's just really a secondary name for Stanley to keep track of the guys (there's three of them, that's also why they're numbered). I meant to finish this drawing and have Aleph (another narrator... Specifically number 2) respond to Meta and have PK (Stanley-2) stand next to him, but I didn't have a design for that guy at this current point in time and just left it unfinished. Also, I love Rider. Rider is lovely and very kind, I hope he suffers very much Soon.

Ditto. Ditto's just happy to be here, Meta less so. Hates being proven wrong, too. It is SO hard to choose whether he'd be a Ditto or a Meltan as a pokémon, considering you CAN spell Meta with the letters in Meltan. I eventually went with the latter and had Ditto be on his team, like a constant mockery of him. <- That's how HE sees it. Ditto couldn't care less and just wants to have fun. (Also, he shapeshifted those eyes into existence by the way, he does not usually have eyes under his glasses. LET THE GUY EXPRESS HIMSELF.)

Vitan. (Character belonging to @mct421 / @a-game-of-beginnings) Sorry, I had and still have a crush on this idiot but also he's a very lovely character, please check 'em out on the second @. Meta is reasonably upset/peeved/mad about me turning him into a vertical pancake and also making fun of him for ... a large variety of things. I'll just say he doesn't get treated the best out of my narrators (it's a cuteness aggression thing, and also i hate him (affectionately)). SO, I let it slide that he's making fun of me by shapeshifting into my F/O or crush or whatever he is. Whatever it is, I've proposed to him (VITAN) three times at this point because I either keep forgetting I did or I just want to recreate the scenario since it's funny.

SOMETHING ACTUALLY INTERESTING OF NOTE: When Meta shapeshifts, the eyes always have this green color (not the green in the drawing, that was a lazy doodle, the CORRECT color is #70A083) and the hair is silvery at the roots.

Dumb idiot flawed shapeshifter, couldn't be me. <- Could be me. Is me.

Dressed him up in silly outfits, some of which he hates and some that he is fine with.

Was bought Webfishing by a friend of mine back in October, so I pretty quickly whipped a little complementary drawing of Meta as a fish (nice callback) and @nonsensechemicals's settings person as a lil fish too ":o" (it's a callback to one of their drawings but I don't really have it on hand right now). The guy in the middle was my sona at the time, now they look different. YOU try being a shapeshifter and see how long you can last being on one look.

Silly shitposts and whatnot. I love Meta, my idiot blob son, slime-like thing. Thank you, Rider, for showing him that sick skateboard trick in the parking lot (press conference/elevator ending reference for Those Who Don't Know).

The second image is a screenshot taken from that one art instillation with the jiggling things whatever they are. <- Quickly looked it up, "Graceful Degradation", a kinetic installation by Harrison Pearce at the GNYP Gallery. Wouldn't wanna leave you guys at the edge of your seat wanting to learn what that was.

The third image is me and MrPizzaDraws on twitter drawing our Favorite Blob ever. Check Pizza out, he's cool, especially if you're someone from the Object Show Community or like art in general.

Fourth image.... Not much to say here. Meta as those sticky hand things. I call it handslops. And the fifth image is him being slop in a red plastic cup. Wonderful.

And at the very bottom is an actually proper and simple drawing of the guy, of course. IF... IF ANYONE HAS QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING, feel free to click on that funny questionnaero button. I'd love to bestow knowledge. This is ALL a heavy work in process, so be patient if my answers aren't that great, haha.

And if you're wondering (because I sure am), the three parable thing is really an AU in all honesty, since that's not how the actual Stanley Parable is built up, to our knowledge, but I like having fun and still try keeping it close to game lore and whatnot. I just find it easier to understand the game if I break it apart into smaller pieces/people, hope that's relatable.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heyy! Could I request Jason x Child of Nyx! Reader, i'd figure it'd be a cool thing since you know Zeus and Nyx don't really like each other that and then their children fall in love.

You don't have to do it, if you don't want to and ps. I love all of your works! <3

okay so these have been sitting in my inbox since eons ago, so I decided I was gonna set myself a minimum of 0.4k words because I figured people would rather read a lil bit of their request rather then non of it, but I just churned out 1.2k words of this and I know more then the gods do about nocturnal animals.

enjoy <3

he was raised by wolves - Jason G x child of Nyx reader/animal lover

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Jason dumped his teddy bear jacket on the back of the spinning chair, after he checked there were no hedgehogs eating plum offcuts on it. He’d made that mistake one too many times. There were a lot of miniscule holes in the sleeves of his jacket. 

The medical kit he was looking for was most likely in one of the crates stacked beneath the snake table. The table with the snake tanks on it, obviously. 

Your cabin was dark a lot of the time, when you weren’t there, courtesy of the kingdom of nocturnal animals lurking between books and in pillowcases, so Jason had to turn on a few of the antique lamps you’d found [on the side of the road, of course] so that other people could see.

He got to his knees, wincing at the crack he heard. 

He could also hear a faint hissing. He looked into one of the tanks, and waved at Benjamin. Benjamin was a northern desert night snake. Meaning he looked like if a leopard wearing a choker was turned into a slithery little serpent. Jason was glad you’d passed that pet leopard you used to have onto Pollux and Castor. It got fur all over his clothes.

Benjamin just stuck his tongue out at him, and Jason crawled underneath the desk, looking for the first aid kit every cabin was supposed to have.

There was a pretty high chance you had chucked it out to make room for that little collection of shrinking green frogs you had found in a river by the Hecate cabin, deep in the woods so that when they accidentally cursed bloodlines and the like, no one was in imminent danger. Lou Ellen owed her first born to three different beings, but that was irrelevant. 

He dug past a few boxes of sugar glider pellets, and found the first aid kit. 

“JASON GRACE, SON OF A BITCH, CHILD OF ROME, CONSUL OF DEMIGODS, PRAETOR OF THE FIRST LEGION!”

Jason sat straight up. A thud echoed through the low lit little cabin, and his head began to pound. He’d hit it on the bottom of the snake table. He sniffed, “I said that once.” 

He heard you trot over as he tried to extract himself, the back of his head throbbing painfully. 

“Babe, we talked about this,” you fussed, and yanked him out into the open with the force of someone who took chocolate out of coyotes mouths on the daily. “You gotta stop banging your head! You’re getting that chronic pain from it that Will told you about!”

Jason grumbled about nothing, and squinted as he looked around. Your face was just a blob. 

“You dropped your glasses babe, hear, lemme… wait, hold this,” you said, dumping your wrapped up hoodie into his arms, the one with the moon cycle phases on the back, and then crawling back underneath the snake table. “I’ve got em!”

He watched you slide them back onto his eyes, your hands actually very gentle compared to the yanking from before. He tried not to grin stupidly. The hoodie in his arms wriggled. Jason looked down, and a small spiky red face looked up at him with big shiny eyes.

“Uh…” he said.

You stood up with a huff, “I knew it, you’ve got a concussion. Now you’re slurring your speech!”

“...No, I just wasn’t expecting a fox,” Jason managed to squeak out, staring at the little animal. It was pretty cute. It reminded him of a wolf, but not the wolves he knew, more of a spindly wolf dipped in ketchup. 

You paused, the first aid kit in your hands. “You weren’t? What did you think I was doing in the forest?” 

“I don’t know,” Jason said, standing back up and moving to the squishy blanketed bed behind the humongous crystal ball and stack of telescopes. There were also a few cat playgrounds to weave around, but he managed to sink into your pile of bat shaped teddies and pillows. “Fighting monsters, near death experiences, something regular?”

You rolled your eyes, and sat cross legged on the bed, reaching for his head with those gentle hands that made him understand how you could pick up the deadliest of spiders and feralist of wolverines without even a scratch. 

Jason wasn’t even nocturnal, but he did sink into your hold. 

Then you let go to crack the unfrozen ice pack and let the chemicals take over until it would make the tips of your fingers freezing. Jason knew to expect your cold hands under his shirt, trying to freeze him out. 

He was sort of used to it, though.  

He looked around your cabin while you savagely whacked the poor icepack against one of the many thick framed mirrors lining your walls. A few bats flapped out of their hiding places in the rafters and settled back down. A baby puma hissed from its place by the umbrella stand that was actually just full of swords. 

From the outside, your cabin looked like a tiny portion of a haunted mansion plonked between the Asteria cabin and the Hestia cabin, which was really just a cozy little room for anyone. Jason pet the soft head of the fox napping in his arms. On the inside, though, it was just old lamps and chew toys and even older mirrors. And a lot of poo bags. And record players. And Jason’s hoodies.

You were already wearing his teddy bear jacket, but he didn’t argue when you pressed the ice pack to his head.

“So, what were you really lookin for in there, babe?” you asked, taking back the fox. You held your hand out, and it disappeared into a shadow. 

“Bandages.”

On the other side of the room, out of a shadow, you grabbed a ziploc bag of raspberries. You pulled it back and began feeding the little fox, red staining your cold fingertips. 

“You know you can’t beat Beth, right?” you teased, looking up for a moment with those gorgeous eyes that made Jason’s head feel a little floaty. Or maybe it was just the injury. 

You smirked, “I mean, not that it’s totally not hot when you beat the shit out of people or anything.”

Yep. Definitely just the head injury. Totally.

Jason ate a slightly squashed raspberry. “I know, but I wanted to practise. I was gonna find Will. Can’t remember how to wrap my wrists.”

You passed over the fox, who wiggled out of the hoodie and curled around a fruit bat Squishmellow with a yawn, fangs stained with red that may or may not be berries or blood. 

Jason shuffled forwards on the bed, ice pack falling from his white blonde hair. “My turn?”

“I thought you were going to get the shit beaten out of you by Annabeth?” You said with a smirk. You had that shark tooth necklace on. Jason gave you a half hearted evil eye, and you opened your arms.

He flopped into the hug, pushing you both back onto the bed. A Tasmanian devil [how? You were in America!] and a grumpy looking white tailed deer and about seven different types of bush mice stared at you. 

Jason didn’t care. He snuggled into your hug, chin on your chest. Your fingers ran through his hair.  

He was your favorite feral animal. 

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[nicstylus]

Fellow SP fan artist here, do you have any tips on designing sigils? I’d love to draw China more but any time I try my hand at putting sigils on her, they never feel quite right. Do you have a process on figuring sigils out?

Hello! This turned into a REALLY long post I'm so sorry, but I'm flattered you're asking me for advice! Take everything I say with a grain of salt bc there are absolutely no thoughts in my head :]

Okay, here's a secret. You can't tell anyone okay? It's suuuuper important that we gatekeep this. /j I go into a sigil design with absolutely no idea what's going to come out of it. Maybe I have like a very basic shape in mind, but generally I just scribble until something pops out at me and then I keep adding stuff and erasing until a cool design happens. I come up with the meanings as an afterthought, and usually only if someone asks about them; Skulduggery's right facade sigil is the one exception because I went into designing that with the reflections sigil in mind. My China's tattoos are all designed with only 'ooo that looks cool' in mind.

Under the cut: My personal process, How to design sigils (with n without function in mind,) references, and two of my super secret!! canvases

Warnings: doll-like nutity, blood and burns, a lil angst

Here's my personal process: - Scribble - oh I like that shape - make thicker and erase designs into it - Figure out where it would fit on her body - Panic when someone asks what it means - Gaslight myself into seeing a function - Profit

How to design sigils:

Think about where it's going to go on the body.

The back is a bigger canvas than the forearm. What will fit there?

If you're designing sigils with a function in mind:

Is the function used often? It should be easily accessible.

Is the function an emergency or last resort? You shouldn't be able to bump it, but it should still be easy to reach.

Arms, face, and chest are easy to reach. Legs are harder and you need wiggle room. Palms, hips and thighs are good for subtle taps or stealth sigils. Are your hands bound behind your back? What can you put within reach that will help?

What shapes resonate with the function? Triangles could mean fiery or offensive functions. Squares could be defensive. Circles are good catch-all designs. Circles are very magicy

If you're designing sigils without function in mind:

Think about design: Use negative space! Use thick lines or thin lines or both! Overlap shapes and angles! What looks cool?

Do you want them to all flow together? Do you want patchwork? Both are valid! Maybe one arm is a sleeve, and one is patchy!

You can design the sigil first and figure out where it fits on the body, or you can keep the body part in mind while you're designing.

I like thicker sigils/designs, so I start with a blob of ink or a solid shape and erase until something pops out at me.

For thinner designs, the opposite applies. Scribble until something resonates with you or looks cool. What shapes go together?

I like to write little sigil 'letters' alongside thick lines or shapes.

Have fun with it! You can figure out technical stuff later, or never!

References:

I like to use the Twilight Princess Hylian alphabet if I get stuck, or if I have a function in mind. If you glue a bunch of letters together and erase bits, eventually something looks magicy! (Different Zelda titles have different Hylian letters, so you could mix n match as well)

Maybe you use a different sort of script you like. Maybe a code or sorts, or icons from medias you like. Take letters or characters from languages and warp them into something that looks like a sigil

How badly can you draw a 5? There's a sigil! Can you use dots instead of lines? Now add random lines! There's a sigil!

Circles are always good starting points. Eyes are good details. Egyptian glyphs and runes are good starting points. Just make sure not to rip anyone off :]

My China only has like two or three sigils that I went in knowing what I wanted it to look like overall, and those are: - The huge sigil wheel on her back, which I knew I wanted to be a a big circle with swirling symbols and such. - The belt-like design around her waist, I knew I wanted those to look like the top of Midna's Helmet - The upside down crown like triangles on her forehead (which have sort of changed to how I wanted them originally) and the designs under her eyes and on her chin and throat. There's many ways to come up with sigils, and here's another secret: They don't all have to have meaning! My China has a ton of designs, but I've only assigned functions to a handful of them

Keeping it consistent:

I also have a 'China sigil map' I have for reference, but it's not even fully filled out because I got distracted. If part of her skin is visible and I haven't drawn that part of her body before (like the ONE time I drew her back, or her left leg or something) I come up with the sigil then and there xD If you're interested, this is what my 'sigil map' reference canvas looks like. It's nowhere near complete and frankly, a huge mess: but it works for me. Started this like a year ago and just kept adding to it when I needed to

Here's my canvas of previous China references I use to keep everything consistent

Here's where I started rambling and I can't be bothered to edit it, so its prob repetitive lol

One tip I do have is decide if you want thin or thick designs. My China started off with thin and squiggly sigils, which ultimately I never actually liked, but now she has thicker tattoos and I think it feels more athetotic If you go a thinner route, I recommend using lots of squirls and angles together and finding one basic shape and then adding to that. A good example of this are my facade tattoo designs, where I took the reflections sigil and altered it, or took the hourglass shape and added smaller designs around it. However, if you go with thicker designs like I have, ERASE more than you draw. I start with a blob of ink, and then erase designs into it. I reallllly like how negative space is used in tattoos and think about that as I'm designing Chinas sigils as well.

If you're going into designing a sigil with the intent of 'this is going to make her skin hard like iron' then think about where she would logically put it? - To me, that sounds like a 'tap the chest' sort of sigil. The chest is a bigger canvas than a forearm or something, so it can be bigger and more detailed. - Maybe instead, it's two sigils, one on each arm, and she crosses her arms to active it. Okay, that's two smaller sigils bc you have less space for detail. - What reminds you of iron skin? It's defensive, so that makes me think of squares and hard angles. Maybe you straight up draw a shield shape and erase markings into said shield. yeah sigils n stuff! Thanks for the ask and hopefully this was somewhat helpful :]

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

nice ask week!!

bring your blorbos to work day! (or bring your blorbos to the job you wished to have as a child if you don’t wish to be giving away too many details about your life). what are they up to??

Hii Jen!! Thank you this is such a fun ask! May I bring them on my sailing trip instead? ⛵️Because I have thought about this many times, and it comes close enough to one dream job for me, which would involve sailing, or marine biology! 🐳🪸🪼

I am at uni atm and I really tried to think of something funny that also wouldn't give too much away but there just isn't that many fun things for the blorbos to do there. Same with any job that might come out of my studies or that I wished for as a child since I didn't have the most fun or exciting things that I can think of. Maybe I'm just tired of uni and was a boring child.😅😅

What I imagine the 126 doing on a sailing trip:

⛵️⛵️🌊

Nancy would be at the wheel, claiming that she, and not the wind is the reason for the boat's speed, shouting 'Woohoo!!' and 'Hell yeah!'. 💨🌊😀

Mateo is happy for his girlfriend's enthusiam but can only muster up the occasional nervous chuckle. He is also appointed the one to be On The Lookout for animals. He will exclaim 'whales!' or 'dolphins' 🐬 and point to a random blob of ocean every 20 minutes. Nine out of ten times they will be false alarms but TK gets just as excited and just as disappointed every time.

TK is wearing his fuckboy outfit of sunglasses swimtrunks and a half open shirt. 😎🩳 He is at the wheel with Nancy, equally excited and shouting everytime they hit a big wave or a speed record. He alternates between that, looking at the map and sails with squinted eyes and pursed lips pretending to be in charge of navigation but really he is a little bit confused about how it all works, and offering water, a lil' reassuring backrub and temple-kiss to-😗

Carlos, who is sitting in the cockpit wearing his life vest, 🦺holding on to anything within his reach with a tight knuckled grip, looking very nervous and slightly green, 😰🤢 asking occasional questions about safety and still trying his best to enjoy the trip. He is happy at least that TK and his friends are having fun!

Paul is unfazed, either taking a nap on deck in the sun ☀️ (with his life vest on and clipped to the railing for safety of course), or cooking them a delicious boat friendly lunch of fish tacos in the saloon kitchen. 🌮 Except for when the sails or heading needs adjusting, he is jumping in to take on the role as captain, delegating tasks and giving orders!

Whenever this happens, Judd is the first one on his feet, 🫡 using his Big Muscle-ly arms to man the winches when the sails need trimming or otherwise adjusted. 💪 When he isn't needed, he's either sitting in the cockpit with his cool guy sunglasses on, 🕶️, practicing knots 🪢 smirking and shouting the occasional 'Yee Haw!', or sitting all pale at the very front of the boat getting a sunburn because he won't admit he's feeling seasick.

Grace is also taking it all very chill. 😌 She's in her life vest too of course, enjoying the beautiful view 🌅 and asking Carlos 'are you sure you're alright honey?' or trying to coax Judd away from the front with ginger ale and the promise of a nap with his head in her lap, or get him to put on some sun screen. She isn't as enthisuastic as TK and Nancy, but she love and will hone a secret smile whenever the waves make them do a little lift-off and bump into the next wave and the speed picks up.😏

Marjan immediately took in and understood all the information about direction and speed of wind, how to set the sails and navigate. 🧭 She is doing a vlog explaining everything about their heading etc to her followers, 🤳 looking impeccable in an equally fashionable and practical outfit!

Owen caught the fish 🎣 and now he is up on deck swinging a lasso for some reason.

[the-kr8tor]

What if R gift Blobie as a companion to Pirate! Hobie? (*/ω＼*) She rescued the lil guy/abomination from the water cause "poor cute thing can't swim just like her". It was a trick. Blobie came from water, he just wanna stay in R's sweet caring hands, except now he's stuck with her sassy pirate captain xDD They have love-hate relationship but unites when R is in danger/needs help with smth -🦊

Thank you for the lovely request, foxy!! Changed it up a bit, hope you don't mind 🫶

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, blob the symbiote cat AU, pirate AU, fluff.

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“Hobie, look!” You raise the gooey cat shaped thing in front of him. Its little paws (or that's what you think it is) wiggles in your grasp, milky white eyes all round and happy.

The captain looks from the map, the sun making him squint, searing heat melting him and the sand in his pants making him uncomfortable. Good thing you're here on the godforsaken island that the map has brought the entire ship to its beach or he'll definitely be crankier than he already is.

With the sun behind you, a white halo of light around you, bathing you in its heavenly glow; he leans closer to see better, which the creature did not like at all. The little entity yowls, almost scratching him.

“Fuck!” He shouts, jumping away. “What is that?!”

“Bad Blobie! We don't scratch the captain.” You flip the cat-like creature in your grasp, scolding it. Blob's eyes blink slowly, head tilting, trying to decipher what you said. “that,” you flip him again to face Hobie, “is the captain, you don't—” it mewls angrily. “—hey! Listen, you don't scratch or bite the captain or anyone. Got it?”

Blobie lays limp in your hands, surrendering. Hobie watched on with a confused look, scratching the back of his neck. He loves how you're so patient with the creature but he is eternally confused as to where or how you got it. Especially that you only left him on his own for only five minutes. (he counted)

“Love,” he sees you carry it like a newborn baby. “Should you even be holding that? I don't think its a cat”

“Of course it's a cat! Look at his ears,” his ears droop slightly, a black mass in Hobie's eyes. “his fluffy tail” it swishes to the side, and he swears he saw it change shape for a second. “his cute little eyes and he meows! So Blob is definitely a cat!” you smile happily at Hobie. He's not convinced.

“Where'd you find it?”

“Right near the shore, under some rocks. He looked like he needed help and when I took a closer look, he was stuck under it so I helped.”

“That was very kind of you, scuttlebutt, but we can't keep him.” Hobie opens the map again, counting his steps on the heated sand.

“But he'll die here!” You follow closely. “And you said the ship has rats so he can help kill them. Come on, Hobie!”

“Finn is doing just fine handling those rats.”

You scoff, “are you sure about that? He was all moody yesterday, even grumbling to himself. Please?” blocking his path, you give him your best smile that you know always gets the all powerful pirate.

Blob purrs, clinging to your shirt.

Hobie huffs, “we don't need another mouth to feed, love, ‘sides, Yuri is allergic.”

“Oh…” he almost caves in with the sad look you have on your pretty face.

Sighing, he reaches towards you, bringing you closer to him without losing his place on the sand. Pressing his face closer to your temple, he kisses you gently, trying to get the pout off your lips.

“Sorry,” kiss, “we just don't have the space just yet. After we find this treasure and buy the second ship, we can come back for him, yeah?”

“He might be dead by then.” You look at him forlornly, “I'll take good care of him, promise. I'll give him my rations.”

“And let you starve—?” The ‘cat’ leaps off your arms, running quickly into the thicket.

“Blob! Wait!” You run after it, leaving Hobie in the dust.

“Y/N! Damn It” Taking a stick, he plops in into the sand to save his last position before running after you.

Dodging branches and jumping over rocks, your sudden scream lights his nerves. Breathing heavily, blunderbuss at the ready, he follows the guttering sound.

Hobie finds you kneeling on the jungle floor, frantically heading towards you, he holds you by the shoulders, checking for injuries.

“What–are you alright?” You don't respond, still looking behind him. “Love!” He shakes you, holding your face tenderly. And with that you grin widely. Raising his eyebrows, he follows your line of sight.

Blob digs rapidly, too fast for a cat or even a dog. His movements are almost blurred, sand and dirt flying everywhere; Revealing thousands of gold doubloons and jewelry.

Blob shakes himself clean, sitting down in front of you, tail curling around his legs, licking himself clean.

“Do you want to keep him now?” You say with a smile, hand tapping his cheek. “Hobie?”

“I think I love this bloke.” He exclaims, eyes wide at the shining treasure.

“More than me?” You joke, embracing his middle.

“Maybe.” He teases back, kissing your cheeks like a man starved.

[thunder-point]

phumpeem fic titled “What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh? (Only in my mind?)” as once said by taylor swift

take the 🎤 cole

star *hugs* sorry for the late late response. these kind of asks make me think and i wanted to have a proper answer overall because you deserve a good answer. thank you for sending it <3

i dont even know if it will be a proper answer. i hope it is. but this title made me think about college phumpeem au going to a party. they don't know each other, they meet at this party, and both are a bit tipsy, both a bit giggly, both interested and curious.

and there's this vivid image of peem perched on a table outside, talking about art, and phum trying to impress him and puffing his chest and saying that he draws a lil too. and peem is all smiles and raised eyebrows and he huffs "yeah? well, show me." and phum is like what? now? but peem only nods and takes out a pen from god knows where and hands it.

"c'mon, draw a doodle."

phum laughs, "where?"

peem shrugs, but phum's lights flicker in his mind, and he eyes the holes in peem's jeans, especially the big one on his upper thigh. so he just leans over peem's lap and starts to draw stupid doodles on his skin there, unaware of the big blush covering peem's cheeks, the small shivers from where the pen tickles his skin. peem is honestly /floored/ because he has this very handsome man hovering over him, drawing on his skin and grinning so cheekily up at him as he declares 'done!"

just. just soft images of peem bursting into a cute laugh when he sees the doodle and phum explains that its them holding hands but it's so badly done that it just seems like to blobs of ink connected in the middle.

(they continue to talk and laugh until one of them is escorted home because they are too drunk- probably peem. and then peem wakes up next morning and he's so mad with himself because ??? why didn't he ask for a mf number? all he got was a wobbly doodle on his thigh. now how is he gonna find the artist who put it there? but then he goes to shower and sees that much lower, where it was probably hidden by the jeans, is a scribbled phone number and a 'call me, pretty.' peem showers with the biggest grin on his face.)

[lexa-griffins]

This one’s for farm Clexa (and I’m sorry if it’s been asked/answered before) but!!! What was their reaction seeing the baby for the first time in an ultrasound? And what was their reaction when they got to listen to that tiny lil heartbeat for the first time?

Lexa and Clarke have been very patient when it comes to having children. They always knew they would not be able to provide a lavish lifestyle for their kids, but they knew they had enough to bring up a baby happy, clothed and feed. And when the time to finally make that baby dream become a reality it was like they had been waiting for years - nearly five at that point, from the moment they got married.

The moment the pregnancy test showed a positive, Clarke was calling her mom and telling her to make the appointment. Clarke sobbed the moment the ultrasound technician said "here they are". It was a blob on screen, barely human but its theirs. Lexa stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, amazed that little life is growing inside of her - finally. She barely takes her eyes off of it when Clarke kisses her forehead. Their little baby. Theirs.

Even with the scans in hand tho, it is hard to believe the small dot on the screen is their baby. It feels surreal. It doesn't feel real. No matter how much Clarke kisses her tummy or how much Lexa caresses her still flat stomach, it is not until the heartbeat scan that it finally hits them that their baby is here.

The clinic in town is always calm. Lexa, with her slight dislike for doctors, seems to enjoy it this way. She's much calmer, anxious with the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat, but she feels at ease. Clarke, on the other hand, paces the room like a ball of energy, and did Lexa not share her excitement, she would have been annoyed with her wife. Instead, she rubs her barely there yet bump, slowly growing accustomed to the thought of their baby growing there.

The technician makes small talk, one Clarke participates in far more than Lexa, who offers only nods and the ocasional smile. Anxiety building, as the desire of hearing the baby's heartbeat mixed with concern that something could be wrong grows.

They check, moving around Lexa's stomach. Their baby is bigger. Oh how bigger they've gotten. And stronger too. Lexa smile only grows as the technician praises the baby's growth, how everything is exactly as it should be. Clarke's face red from smiling, this proud look on her face as she looks between her wife and how wonderful she's been so far and their baby on the screen.

"Want to hear the heartbeat?"

There is a deafening silence in the room as the ultrasound machine picks up the heartbeat. And then, it's there. Filling the room with the rhythmic tu tum. Over and over again. And then, a muffled sob. Lexa's hand on her mouth as she tries to no interrupt the sound of their baby's heartbeat, but she can not stop herself. Clarke, crying too, of course, it's all she ever does when she steps into this room, cradles her pregnant wife's face, and kisses her. One her forehead, on her cheek, on her nose, on her jaw. On her lips.

"That's our baby, my love. That's our little angel." Clarke whispers to Lexa, who can't do more than nod as she cries, smiling as she looks between Clarke and the screen, so much love and adoration in her heart she feels like she might just explode.

Before they leave, Abby forces them to take a Doopler with them. For the next few days, every down moment that used to be filled with the radio or silence is instead filled with the sound of little Madi's heartbeat, as Lexa and Clarke cant do much more than marvel at the little life they made.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Do... do you think Legion ever tried to do some version of a shovel talk to Meg? Like, not in a "break his heart and we break you" way, but in a "if Ghostface is going to date a survivor, he's going to date the Best Survivor, SO GET READY FOR SURVIVAL TRAINING: LEGION EDITION!!!!" way

The advice could be genuinely helpful, absolutely terrible, or somewhere in between. Not sure which is funniest. The training is mostly just the four of them taking turns chasing Meg around, while the three not running are yelling tips at Meg: ranging from survival tips to random facts they know about Ghostface.

What do you think?

GOD BLOB AND I HAVE LITERALLY TALKED ABOUT LEGION BEING SO NOSY IN GHOSTFACE/MEG'S RELATIONSHIP

I very much love the idea of them trying to be like "So, you wanna date our not-dad, huh?" when Ghostface first shows interest in her, to which Meg responds "No, actually. I very vehemently and explicitly do not want to date this freak of a man. I never want to be within 300 yards of him again for the rest of my life." But much like Danny, they're not taking her no for an answer, clearly she thinks she's too good for him then and this will not stand.

It's a no-win situation for her anyways. If she tells them she doesn't like him, they think she's being stuck up and how could you not like someone as cool and epic as Ghostface, you should be honored!! If she starts reciprocating for Danny, they tell her she's not good enough and to stay in her lane with the other Survivors. When Legion is alone with Danny, they call him a cringeass old man. Buncha sourpatch kids, honestly. Nosy as all hell because they don't like the idea of having to share Danny's attention (even when most of it is negative attention because they're lil shits) with someone else.

BUT...I think Legion coming around and trying to help out Meg in their own kinda useless, kinda dumb way would be a "sweet" bonding moment between them all. They sort of become a middle man between Danny and Meg since they're so insistent of inserting themselves in their relationship -- They tell Danny about the things Meg says she likes so he can cater to those, and they tell Meg about the things that can make him rant for hours if she ever needs a quick distraction for when she's not in the mood to deal with his antics.

I also think it would be really funny if Legion is much more well behaved and mannered with Meg compared to Danny, not necessarily because they respect her, but because it's hilarious watching him get pissed about it. Ghostface tells them not to do something and they'll look him dead in the eyes while doing it anyways. Meg tells them not to do the same thing 5 minutes later and they're like "yes ma'am, sorry ma'am [puts thing back how they found it]". They're getting along with your girlfriend man, you gotta pick your battles and also understand you're going to lose every single one when pitted against teenagers.

Bonus: Legion only found out they were "dating" because they caught Danny sneaking off between trials to go to the survivor camp and assumed he was cheating the system or something to be the Entity's golden boy. Until they opened the locker and found him making out with Meg. It was extremely awkward. Legion cornered her during the next trial they had together for all the hot gossip.

Bonus Bonus: Every time Legion snags Meg to interrogate and/or train her, it's eventually interrupted by Danny (because those brats have been quiet and out of sight for too long and he's getting suspicious) who slings Meg over his shoulder and tells them to stop harassing her. They do not agree to these terms and conditions.

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Hi!!!!! I'm back w/ more art! This time of lil' Timmy, I don't really have an exact age but here he is!! ( 〃▽〃) (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

★ Art Masterpost: https://www.tumblr.com/nana-mizu-shiki/783004877345406976/my-art-nm?source=share

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This is sorta just like a character page thing I do, before the finished character (bottom left) I have to draw the eye (top left), hair (top-mid), and clothes design (top right) shape/style separately to make sure I like it before smooshing it all together. It also just wouldn't look right atomically if I didn't lol, the eye would be grey from erase marks and the forehead would be 40x an actual human's. ( ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Also, I always draw on sticky notes & stuff since I'm drawing in school, so that's why the colors might be a bit funny.

This is the clearest up-close I could get, I'm really not that good w/ taking photos but I think k you can see what I was going for! Tim's holding a camera and that's a lanyard around his neck.it doesn't really show here but I colored the lanyard, his collar, eyes, and belt white. The blue also just barely shows in his eyes but it is there! p(^^)q

Here I just drew what I think he'd liked as an 8-10 yr/o. This is definitely before Tim!Robin, the R is just a symbol of the boy he stalks, and there's a Conspiracy- Cork-board by that w/ his photos below. The camera came really shit on, well, camera, but I tried.

Here is just the design for his outfit, as a rich sad lonely boy. Idk, I just thought it was cute and the first thing that came to mind. Also I personally just really want one of these vest-like things.

Yes, Tiny!Tim has a bowl cut. No, I will not take any arguments. Also, this is just a sample of one of his photos, which I was actually really proud of for making so small with details. I know it sucks on camera but the top yellow blob is obviously the bat-signal while the second blob in the middle is supposed to be a grappling-Batman w/ Jason!Robin next to him. It doesn't really show but Robin was too small for me to detail so I just put his colors around a stick. (／。＼)

Here's just where I drew his eye since he's still a kid he's got them big'n'round. It came out darker here but his eyes are a lighter blue than this shows, I know his isn't this dark of a blue and I know it's not a big deal but when your drawing a family with the same constant features [Black Hair+Blue Eyes] you gotta figure something out. [Especially bc I'm bad at coloring and almost never color my character's skin tones.]

This first photo is just an unedited version of the final product, while the second is something I drew a while ago that I just thought was funny.

I hope you have a good day and read!

[rosedarkness24]

Cult of Souls: Lamb's true Devotion.

Tw: Cuss words and slight gore.

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Whispers. Whispers. All they could hear was his whispering, cutting off a sense greatly needed in battle. They knew he was calling for them to die. To come to him and heal, but it'd ruin all their progress.

Swinging their axe, they cut open the last heretic. Watching as a red blob of organs spew out. Looking over to the middle of the clearing they wait.

But, when the loot chest doesn't fall and the barriers to the room haven't fallen, panic hits them. Looking around the clearing, trying to find what they have missed. Yet, it was too late. Before they could spot the bat, it charged and landed a killing blow.

It was so sudden they couldn't register it, the change from the dark blue night shrouded in shadows, to a blinding white with warm relaxing clouds of mists. It hurt their eyes, making them close them tightly. Only to slowly open them for them to adjust to the sudden change. The sound of chains were the first thing they heard in the past hours. A sound that's now starting to annoy them.

Turning to the unsavory beast, they call a God. The smell of Rot was uncomfortably choking them, crawling at their insides begging for a reaction. But they give none. They aren't stupid, you don't tell a God they fucking reak. That just being near them makes you sick. No, instead, their mask fall into place as natural as one who sees a loved one.

Kneeling before the God of Death, "May I request you quit whispering in my ear?"

There was silence, something unusual for their unusual visits. The God was so talkative, now is unnaturally silent. Looking up from where they were, they let their eyes meet the felines dead on. Not caring if it's not something you shouldn't do. As they have learned from most the felines in their cult.

There's confusion in those red orbs. While they couldn't see where the iris or pupils were, they knew well enough that he was looking at them. They could feel it.

Unease sinks into them as they watch him lean forward, coming closer to them, "Mmmm..... Vessel, I don't give a shit. Neither should you."

Their eye twitched. 'This Mother Fucker.' Of course their God wouldn't give a shit. He has done this since day one. And more than once has it lead to their death, "You just want to see me die." Their voice flat and cold. "Yet you forget yourself my lord. For I am of no use to you if you yourself make me fucking useless."

"Suck it up." He didn't even give them time to react to such a rude comment before continuing. "You're useful dead and alive. The entertainment I get watching you suffer has made my time here. And more~"

That it, that's another reason for them to take his power. Sadistic Cat. Stupid sadist cat. "....Then you shall wait another thousand years before your release, I can be just as bullshity as you my lord."

Chains being smacked by bone could be heard, definitely the God's tail flicking in annoyance. "If I were so inclined to believe, you don't worship me vessel."

"How the fuck do I worship someone, who by all means annoys me, treats me like a fucking shitshow, and gets their kicks watching me suffer?"

"Hypocrisy you spill. You do the same."

"I DO NOT!"

"Lil' Man?"

"THAT MOTHER FUCKER CALLED ME STUPID! HE DESERVED WORSE THAN WHAT FA-" They froze not continuing that sentence. Something new just dawned on them. But the God brushed past it. Wanting their attention only on him.

"Vessel. You torment others and carry venom for all who step too far on you. You stalk your following, watching their lives like a damn show. Then you relish in their suffering as they die by your hand. You are a hypocrite."

"...... I get it from you."

A dorky grin grows on the God's face. Something that pulled at the Lamb's heart softly. Though it's not enough for them to care. They never cared. They have no respect or devotion for any rotten Gods. For Rot is the sign that a God is dieing and infected. Why worship a dieing God.

"Entertain me Vessel and sit by my side." They look to the feline, then to the two by his side. They haven't given reaction to the bickering for the whole time they've been here. Honestly, they could understand a bit why the God was bored. Letting out a sigh, they get up and move over to the large being.

"Only if it pleases you my lord." They go to sit next to him, only to have him slip his hand under them and pull them up. They didn't mind, just let their legs hang off his large boney ichor covered hand.

"Your existence pleases me vessel." Words that to the Lamb felt untrue. No matter how much convincing the God would do, they will never believe someone would care. Nor will they ever believe it. No one will hurt them, for they will always expect it. Letting the feline God feel their wool and inspect them for injuries, though they both know wounds never transfer over.

"Every inch of you is perfect...." There was sorrow and pain in those words. Something that was the truth for the God. As to why they didn't know nor did they care to know. He wasn't worth knowing.

[bloodmoonsrevenge]

doodle of errink for a lil drabble below. would be coloured if i had my tablet, but i lost my pen </3 lore out of my god alternate multiverse, where many are considered gods or demigods (eg. cross is the demigod of chaos/vengeance). // Error; He who is called finally answers. In an act of pettiness and revenge against him, one of Nightmare's subordinates had touched him. Frankly, Error had been standing quietly, waiting for Nightmare to finish his short rant about Dream and his ilk. After eons of this fighting, it was old, but this took the cake for stirring shit that didn't need to be stirred. Thanks to Error's broken, fractured core-code, when Soul-bound beings touched him, it ruptured. The code sought to be complete, seeking each exit rabidly, and thus caused mass amount of pain when he was touched by them. The fact that he can't remember who touched him was startling. As he comes to consciousness from the rather violent reboot, staring into the abyssal galactic skies of Outertale, faint blobs and shapes were settled close to him. Long, nimble fingers stained with black ink gently passed over his brow line just before rounded glasses were settled back on his features. Only Souled beings caused him agony. Familiar, bright shapes greet him, a flash of relief somewhere in the faintly blue-yellow star and circle. "There he is." Ink smirks down at Error and the God of Destruction rolls his eye-lights. Ink's talons are slowly passing over his back, helping him to sit back up. His limbs were heavy, and he felt sick. Crashes had gotten so, so much worse over the past hundred and some years. "Are you okay? Seemed like a, ah... pretty bad crash." The comment is cool coming out of Ink, impersonal and distant, but Error knows better. He watches the shapes change in Ink's sockets, fluttering with brief bouts of concern and worry. For such a Soulless being, his capacity for intelligent emotion was wildly more than many gave him credit for. "f-fUckIn fIne, sqUid." Error shifts, letting one of his hands raise to look at the phalanges. Thick, coiling claws are covered in rupturing code, flickering with ERROR signals and thin white lines. "Th- hEy'rE gETtinG woRSe." He murmurs, feeling Ink's talons slowly wrap around his wrist. Impassive, Ink's gaze lingers on Error's features the most. Despite it all, Error is glad he came. As much as he hates (loves?) him, the squid had been with him through more than he cared to remember. Ink makes a soft humming, brushing his thumb across Error's ulna. The motion of comfort does wonders for his broken, sharded Soul. A tiny, scribbly heart makes up his eye-light before he blinks it away. One day he'd tell him. Not today. The stars glitter above them, uncaring and free, and in envy, he wishes he was too. Ink belongs to Comyet Error belongs to Crayon-Queen I ask that my work is not reposted/used without permission. re-blogging is fine, thank you.

[archesphyre]

I had a funky dream last night that would be fun as a video game, if I ever make one! I did a lot of touch up on the aesthetic and vibe and made it into a more plausible game concept. For now it's just a silly lil world that lives in my head.

It's called "Destination Nowhere", it's about a lil cat guy who goes on a remote train ride to take photos of abandoned places for a magazine, and their third stop is an unfinished theme park.

The character goes around and takes pictures, and then gets back on the train to finally rest at a hotel further down the track. They reach it sooner than expected, but instead of finding a small town with a hotel it's the same theme park.

The sun is starting to set, but you notice these weird blobs on the ground, some kind of pulsing mass. You photograph them and continue on the train.

And once again, you somehow end up at the same theme park. The blobs have grown in quantity, and emit a low hum. You photograph them again, and then ride the train, which is now running out of fuel.

You see a light in the distance, and as your train approaches with the last remaining fuel it has, you drive right back into the theme park. The blob things are everywhere, and you can hear some kind of clicking sound coming from them. Your train is out of fuel, but luckily you find some coal stored at the train station in front of the park. You use it to continue forward.

It's now well after dark, but you and your crew keep seeing the sun in the sky, even though everything is dark, and weird figures on the sides of the train, and houses in the distance that quickly vanish, and patterns over your vision. Suddenly, your conductor passes out. Smoke had filled the front of the train. Gar checks the fire to see if there's something wrong. There is no fire. No embers. It's not even warm. And yet, your train is still moving. You too soon black out, and fall unconscious.

You wake up in the car of the train. You sit up. Your head is spinning. You look around. It's freezing out. Everyone in your crew is unconscious. You're back in the theme park. The air is completely silent, all but the hum and faint clicking of the void-like blobs that coat almost every inch of the walls around you. You wander in search for warmth and shelter, and come across a massive spiraling tower of whatever the flesh-like substance is that now coats the whole park. You back away, but before you can escape, the tower moves, and it turns in your direction, blinking open its thousands of eyes. A floodlight flickers alive, revealing the creature's full form.

It's a cat.

It's a giant fucking pile of cat.

It greets you, offers you some tea, fixes your train, making it better than before, and then sends you on your way.

And then you hear a knock on the door, and wake up. It's Geeb. It tells you you've been sleeping for an awfully long time, and that you're almost at your next destination. The room around you is high quality and well furnished. You're laying on a comfortable bed. You ask Geeb "what about the theme park?". It looks confused, and then goes on some rant about how theme parks are against "the almighty Glunkus" because they have rules and lines and aren't inherently created to bring chaos upon the planet like any good thing should.

You ignore its ramblings and get out of bed and grab your camera and get ready to take more pictures, realizing the whole thing was simply a dream. You look through your photos, and notice something odd.

All the photos of the theme park were still there.

And there was a new one, one you didn't take. It depicted a black screen, and in the middle, the words

"they'll never believe you"