#last time for the 30th anniversary

[daddy-ul]

AND NOW YOU OPEN WITH FUCKIN KTHULU????

What's next, SUICIDE AND REDEPTION?

Are you gonna look me in the eye and open a damn Metallica concert with suicide and redemption without me present?

[putschki1969]

【Overseas】 30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#18 〜The PARADE goes on〜 in Asia

On top of all the upcoming summer tour concerts and her appearance at Annimagic in Germany, an Asia tour leg has just been announced. In November, just a month before the big Kaji Fes at Nippon Budokan, Yuki Kajiura and the members of FictionJunction will be holding lives in Taipei, Hong Kong and Shanghai 

【Taipei】

Date/Time：11/04 18:00／11/05 14:00 Venue：Zepp New Taipei Facebook：https://www.facebook.com/bigart.tw Instagram：https://www.instagram.com/bigart.staff

【Hong Kong】

Date：11/10 ／11/11　※開演時間未定 Venue：Hong Kong・MacPherson Stadium Facebook：https://www.facebook.com/edproductionhk Twitter：https://twitter.com/edproductionhk Instagram：https://www.instagram.com/edproductionhk

【Shanghai】

Coming soon…

[rocketonthemoon]

my favorite thing about this time of year is digging way way way into my likes and going OH YEAH THIS IS GOOD and shoving it all into the birthday queue

[bottleoflemons]

INSIDE: The First Revenant's thoughts on Light, Dark, and infamy

[dirt-mccracken]

Objectively it is bad the amount of debt I've accrued this year but also the number of things that have happened to me this year that, if you had to me this time last year would happen, I would have genuinely laughed in your face it seems worth it.

[smantisen]

GRRM: Since the show finished in 2019, I’ve considerably changed my plans regarding the ending of the books. And I might change these plans further.

ASOIAF fandom: Anyway, here is how a thirty year old proposal letter (which the author has dismissed as unimportant and which mostly contradicts the published books) actually predicts the endings of all important characters.

[granolabird]

Hellboy turning 29 this week is something so insane and wild but also it somehow feels like he's been around longer

[gferamos]

WAIR ONE MORE THING I FORGOT TO EVEN SAY

THE ANIME WAS MENTIONED AND IT'S GETTING A DVD??? THIS WINTER??????

LIKE AM I SEEING THAT RIGHT???

[creativecuquilu]

Counting down to Halloween again! 

October may become my most productive month pretty soon...

WATCH THEM - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=By5lofmdIVQ

[britneyshakespeare]

james and logan can still backflip

[sexylinoleum]

6 Month Anniversary of me endeavoring to draw.

How it started...

How it's Going.

Decent progress I'd say for just half a year, I've learnt a lot, had a lot of fun, and now I have direction.

Making these pitched drawings with colour and solid lines is all well and good but I think in order to maximally expand my skillset, I need to begin endeavouring into caricature and simplification, breaking down subjects into their base components. So thats what im gonna do, less complete drawings, more characters, maybe a comic or too, and attempting to stake out a distinct style for myself.

Will it work? We shall see...

[southislandwren]

I saw pillars and ribbons with my naked eye tonight and I’m supposed to just be normal now? I just lived through a 7.67 KP solar storm and I have to wake up in 6 hours for school? And all this on the second anniversary of one of the most traumatic days of my life. I bet he’s up in the sky and that’s why it was so good tonight

[britishchick09]

guess who just got her first ever playbill to celebrate poto broadway's anniversary? ;D

[janus-cadet]

Who's hyped for the 60th anniversary? I am. So, have another doctor-who-themed-tarot-card : the 10th Doctor (and the 14th, now, I guess!) as The Tower.

Can't say I'm super proud of that one, but eh. I tried. Now, why did I choose this card? Great question, imaginary person. Let me answer that below this lovely cut.

I love to use cards about change to illustrate the Doctor- and nothing spells more *change* than the Tower. When this card appears upright, you must expect the unexpected- a massive change that you will not be able to escape. For example, he will knock four times, and there is no changing that. You can stare sadly in the rain all you like, pull your best puppy dog eyes, the result will be the same. Change is here to tear things up, create chaos and destroy everything in its path- weither it would be in the form of an entire planet, a victorious Time Lord or a old, innocent ToyMaker, that is to be decided. This change will hit you when you'll feel safe and comfortable, a fire if clarity and insight, cuting through the lies you have been telling yourself- no, the laws of time are not yours, my dear, and no, you can't help everyone. This change is scary by essence, even if it proves itself necessary ; and Ten, more than the other, is the most reticent to it. Even if after the Tower experience, you are to learn from it, and hopefully grow stronger and wiser.

Reversed, the card suggests that you are undergoing a signifiant personal transformation. Yes, consultant, you are about to regenerate. Rejoice. Perhaps you'll be lucky enough to be ginger. You may be going through a existentiel crisis, because yes, you're probably the last of your species. At least, when your ex is not popping around, which is always such a surprise for you. YOU are the one creating the change, so you can step into a new and evolved version of yourself, even if this version is not blessed with the existence of eyebrows. You can also be trying to resist the change, Mister I-Don't-Wanna-Go, and delaying the necessary destruction. Yes, it's not fair. But it has to happen. Just know that if you continue to resist this change, it will force its way into your life even more.

So yeah. 10th Doctor, as The Tower. I have to admit- I like the french name better, for this one. It's called La Maison-Dieu, or The God-House. Fitting, for such a character, with his burning Tardis.

Only need to find one for 9th, 11th and 12th, now. Perhaps I'll also do the classics, I don't know.

And that's it for today! Hope you liked it. I sure did. As a last treat, here are all of the Doctor Who cards so far ! Funny how the three Masters were my first, and now, the 10th Doctor is my 30th.

[drafthorses-official]

We're hosting a 17-artist charity stream on 30th March!

We've been teasing something for the last couple weeks, and it's finally time to reveal it: The Draft Horses channel is hosting the Gartic Horse anniversary stream, this Saturday 30th March! 17 pony artists have teamed up and we're gonna be playing Gartic Phone live on stream to raise money for Cancer Research UK! So come join us!

Head over to the stream page now, and hit Notify Me so you get pinged when the stream is about to go live!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3CeHoSDxgE

If you're wondering "what's Gartic Horse?" Well, a year ago, on March 26 2023, @falloutfurret united a bunch of pony artists to raise money for The Trevor Project by playing Gartic Phone! It went amazingly well, and from there, the idea dawned to make more pony-themed YouTube art content! And so Draft Horses was born! We're returning to our roots and introducing some new friends, so come help us have fun for a good cause!

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

The Birdcage

Jurassic Park: It's Ironic, by Meig of A-Dinosaur-A-Day

What follows is a retelling of the Jurassic Park story, mainly based on the 1993 film, with portions of the original novel used to supplement the story. The main point of divergence occurs when the park is unable to find workable nonavian dinosaur genetic material for cloning, since - as in the real world - dna degrades much too rapidly. Instead, the park consists only of extinct dinosaurs that can be brought back - birds from the last 2.5 million years. What happens after that is, as Ian Malcolm would say, an emerging pattern.

Thanks to beta readers @plokool, @killdeercheer, and @otussketching! Thanks to logo artist @i-draws-dinosaurs for the killer logo! Happy 30th anniversary of the Jurassic Park film!

Fic Chapter Masterpost

Prologue: The Peck of the Raptor

Robert Muldoon had seen much in his forty-odd years on planet earth. A pride of lions tearing into the carcass of a giraffe. An elephant kicking an African leopard into the air. A swarm of hyenas attempting to hunt the wildebeest, only to flee in panic from their hooves. Nile Crocodiles and Hippos fighting over river space, with no obvious winners. Wild dogs hunting him, with coordination and planning he wouldn’t have believed if he hadn’t seen it for himself. Indeed, if someone were to have asked Robert Muldoon if he had seen everything nature had to offer, he would be tempted to say yes.

At least, until today.  

It was a simple transfer operation. Take the new asset from the hatchery complex to their permanent enclosure. Introduce them to their new flock members. Try to not drown in the torrential rain, to hear each other over the violent wind. Remember that humans are warm-blooded and no matter how much the rain soaked to the bone, warmth would return. Go home in time for dinner.

The thought now, of course, made Muldoon snort out loud, though of course no one could hear him. Flock was the moniker the higher-ups had chosen, ages ago, but he knew flocks. This was no flock. Better, really, to call this grouping a pack. Not that it mattered. After this, Muldoon was certain of his course of action.

He had to recommend termination.

Everything had happened so fast. The loud calls of the other assets, anxious for their flock member far away. The container, raised to the pen entrance. Locked in, safety verified. The animal was silent, but they usually were during transfer. Muldoon had chalked it up to fear or hesitancy, though it was odd that it wasn’t calling back to the others. All workers were in their proper positions, so he called for the gate to be raised. And then, before he could register any of it, the asset had rocked against the container, shaking it loose. It managed to reach out, grab onto Jophery’s hand – the scream chilled Muldoon down to the marrow – and suddenly there was no more Jophery, apart from his second hand, grabbing for dear life to the side of the container. On instinct, Muldoon grabbed his hand, and pulled as hard as he could. Jophrey was still screaming, the other workers were shouting and scampering, alarms were blaring from the cage, a gun or two going off pointlessly. The asset, still, remained silent. It didn’t even bite, or claw, or crunch, or tear.

All it had to do was peck – at the temporal artery

Peck again – at the leg – near the femoral –

Peck again – on the neck – blood was everywhere –

A final peck, Muldoon couldn’t even see where, there were feathers and limbs and blood and screams and –

Jophery went still.

Only a few more seconds, and the asset was also down, multiple tranq darts sticking out of various places. Muldoon hadn’t even had a chance to insist on lethal ammunition, but there was no point now. The asset was neutralized. No one was in immediate danger. The alarms were still blaring, and Muldoon was starting to lose his hearing from it, as loud as it was in his ears. But he couldn’t undo Jophery’s grip – it had been so strong; it didn’t even need rigor mortis to lock in – and he found that the slippery blood oozing from Jophery’s neck and face down the arm weren’t helping matters. But Muldoon had been hired for this position for a reason – a few, actually – and he managed to take a deep breath, grit his teeth, and remove the hand from his.

Now he was walking, slowly, to his employer’s office, tracking mud and rain and blood down the hall with him. People were running, talking in hushed whispers, angrily arguing. He didn’t much care for these lab rats who never entered the tropical sun, never mind interacted with the very things they were working on. Even now, when their concerns should be one and the same, he heard mentions of rehabilitation, modification, and genetic integrity – worries from individuals who did not have blood on their hands refusing to dry in the humid air. So antiseptic they had removed their own humanity.

Muldoon couldn’t wait any longer. The image of Jophrey’s clouded eyes hung in his mind as he shouted into the hallway.

“HAMMOND.”

Ray Arnold stuck his head out from the control room, eyebrows raised over the rims of his glasses. “Hammond isn’t here. Shouldn’t you be getting cleaned up?”

“We have to shut it down.”

Arnold sighed, “You know he won’t do that, Robert.”

“This is the third worker.”

“Yes, but –“

“Third. If you think officials across the water will ignore it at this point, you’re out of your god-damned mind.”

“People die on construction projects, Rob. All the time, in fact.”

“Their corpses don’t usually come back littered with peck marks.”

“We’ve managed all crises up to this point. Hammond insists on moving forward with this asset.”

“All because his impossible pet project didn’t work out, we have to insist on these uncooperative, murder-minded –“

“They’re no more murder minded than a lion or a wolf.”

“Says someone who has never interacted with any of them.”

Arnold sighed, fidgeting with his tie. Muldoon had moved to face him directly, but Arnold continued to look at his computer screen, the lines of code reflected in his glasses.

“I’ll talk to Hammond. If we can’t even get them in the enclosure, maybe it is time to pull the plug.”

“Finally,” Muldoon spat out, “Thank you.”

“Uh-huh.” But Arnold was already back at his computer, not even facing his torso towards Muldoon. So Robert turned and walked back, through the hallway, muddy bloody footprints showing his short journey down the hall and back.

It was time to call up another family.