#might change it later

[madimuffin75]

Healing my inner child by making Rayman ocs for the first time. Plus a Raysona too I suppose?? Really happy with how they all came out. Still trying to figure out their lore at the moment. What I have so far are the five at the bottom are basically powerful sages that watch over their respective corner of a giant magical island.

They also the created Andromeda!

[randomshade]

...And brought back together again

A small comic of the split Au prompt from @cookierunauprompts

[marsosims]

he was feeling pretty baby girl after his haircut

[sofiakimart]

[gothic-mothic]

Au upon ye

[ngwun]

Augh here we go again

[korben600]

Hot take: Yuri and Yaoi Twitter x Tumblr art are the same universe.

Fem-Tumblr and Masc-Tumblr are older and younger siblings who lived together for years, and share everything, while Fem-Twitter and Masc-Twitter are identical twins (Masc-Twitter is trans).

Fem-Tumblr represents the soft side of tumblr. The cottagecore, art, SFW fandom side.

Masc-Tumblr represents the harder side of tumblr. The angry activist, hot political takes, NSFW fandom side. (Obviously there’s overlap between both, if you piss off Fem-Tumblr enough she can and will beat a bitch at a protest, and Masc-Tumblr has a soft side too)

Meanwhile the Masc and Fem Twitter represent the same sides of Twitter.

The two Fem’s dated each other for a LONG time but broke up because Fem-Twitter and her brother got too political.

Meanwhile the two Masc’s were also dating around the same time. They’d gotten married at one point, but that ended in just a MESSY divorce. Masc-Tumblr got the fandoms while Masc-Twitter got the celebrities.

Fem-Tumblr and Masc-Twitter were still friends who passed fandom content and memes between them, while Masc-Tumblr could only really share his political arguments with Fem-Twitter because Fem-Tumblr didn’t want to hear it, and he wasn’t talking to Masc-Twitter.

Things weren’t really good, but they weren’t really bad, until the Twitter siblings got into a bad place. Masc-Twitter got into a REALLY bad deal with an abusive rich guy to sell off his building, but unfortunately the deal went ugly. The rich guy paid too much for it, and tried to back out of the deal, crapping on Twitter’s building to lower the price. But Masc-Twitter was too deep in and he couldn’t back out so he forced him to buy it. The rich guy promptly started tearing up the entire building trying to change it so it’ll make him back his money, making it borderline unlivable.

Masc-Twitter was the one who really pushed the deal, Fem-Twitter really wasn’t into it, but she also didn’t really expect it to go this bad, this fast. Eventually both Twins decide that they might need to reach out to the Tumblr siblings and stay at their place, but they realize they need to make up with their respective exes.

Fem-Twitter at least has something to fall back on, Fem-Tumblr is somewhat okay with letting her back into her life, as long as she leaves her branded advertising gear at the door. They’re platonic for now, but the spark is starting to come back now that they’re in the same house.

Masc-Twitter meanwhile burned his bridges with Masc-Tumblr. He tries to come back and apologize, to at least make up enough for his sister’s sake, but it’s been too damn long. Masc-Tumblr used to tolerate his presence as a friend of his sister, but Masc-Twitter coming back into his life fully is like rubbing sandpaper over an old wound, and he’s vindictive.

Masc-Tumblr is the one who’s firing guns in the air trying to scare off Masc-Twitter (and the rich asshole he shacked up with), which does kinda work, and Masc-Twitter is trying to convince his twin to stay somewhere else than the tumblr household. But Fem-Twitter is already in the building and knows Masc-Tumblr is just trying to scare him and keeps trying to convince Masc-Twitter to at least move nearby, like with the nice Mastadon boy down the street.

The final fate of Masc-Twitter remains to be seen…

[lanternlightss]

hello!! i have yet another snippet :D! this one is based of one of my au’s, the boy and the whirlwind(s)! the basic premise is that nameless bard not only befriends wispti, but nearly the entirety of the wisp population!

apologies if the formatting is weird!

“May I ask you a question?” Amos says, fiddling with the tip of the arrowhead.

“Of course.”

“You are friends with all of these spirits, correct?” She asks. She does not continue until Cecil nods. “Then, could I inquire about which one is your favorite?”

“Favorite—?” Cecil murmurs, before his eyes widen. He holds his hands up, palms facing Amos, and waves them furiously. “I-I do not have a favorite! I love all of them equally. Swear on my life!”

He is so sincere about it, too. With the light dusting of pink now decorating his face, and how he stammers out his protests, Amos would almost believe that he is telling the truth.

Except…

The wind spirits give him away nigh instantly.

As if they were one in the same, each wind spirit in the room turns to look at the singular spirit sat upon Cecil’s right shoulder.

(This spirit’s name is… Venti, if Amos is remembering correctly.)

Venti themself has puffed their chest out in pride. Wings fluttering happily as Cecil continues to stutter and stammer.

“I see…” She murmurs, expression blank as she tries to hide her amusement. “A shame, then. I think my favorite would be the one on your shoulder.”

Cecil stills, staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes. A small, “huh?”, escapes from his mouth.

Venti, on the other hand, is giving her the dirtiest look she has ever seen on a wind spirit.

Wind spirits have never been known for their possessiveness. In fact, it is quite the opposite—they go where they please, and do what they please. Never once stopping to settle down and choose a favorite.

Yet Cecil went and found himself a wind spirit who would rather bite someone’s hand than pretend to share.

Amos giggles. Pretends to fiddle with the arrow.

“I jest, of course.” She says.

Venti settles back into Cecil’s shoulder with a satisfied coo, while Cecil himself sighs. He holds his hands out, waits for Venti to plop themselves onto them, then brings Venti up to his face. Ever so gently, he presses his nose against the top of the spirit’s head.

“Was it that obvious…?” He laments. “Do I need to do a better job of not showing outward favoritism?”

“The spirits gave you away.”

Cecil moves Venti above his head, then thumps against the table. A few of the spirits who were hovering near him float closer, gently prodding at his figure.

“Of course they did,” he sighs. The spirits tug at his hair.

[freswoe]

hmmm. considering a resident evil/hermitcraft au For Funsies

my current thoughts are:

sort of a mix between decked out, hermitcraft s9 & some aspects of secret life (mainly scar and bdubs in session 6) with some parts of resi 2. the ‘heart foundation’ is a charitable (ehhhh) offshoot of Waltz Technology (basically umbrella but slightly more focused on cybernetics than biowarfare. only slightly though) and they’ve been taking people and experimenting on them (giving them ‘hearts’ and such) for the sake of WT’s research. however their infection (causing the eyes, hair, and patches of skin to change colour over time - green is dormant, yellow is active, red is fully taken over) got loose, causing an outbreak in raccoon city. yes it’s still raccoon city.

i think etho would be the Leon-figure (with some changes ofc, he’s not exactly a rookie lmao) because of his runs through decked out. for funsies. and then while he’s exploring and doing his thing scar and bdubs are Also trying to get out of town. but then scar pushes bdubs into a horde of zombies as Bdubs gets infected so That’s Fun

I’ll probably come back to this later

[ethaneldritch]

I realize my main blog here has become very cluttered with different topics lately. For that reason, I've started a sideblog specifically for Legacy of Kain stuff!

I'm not very familiar with how sideblogs work, so please bear with me, but if you'd like to see all my fanart in one place (and maybe some roleplay/ask games down the line), please go have a look at "@FaelanMacGullicutty"!

I hope you enjoy it ^^

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Working on something

[schrodingers-catgirl]

hiiiii guyssss ,, *gestures vaguely new to akane-themed url*

[alex-shadow]

So I'm making a swap au, and I decided to swap earth and eclipse and foxy and Monty. So because of this I realized that if eclipse is in earth's role and foxy is in montys role, then it would make sense that the earth and monty equivalent are together... so what do yall think of this Crack ship of swap foxy x swap eclipse.

[ponds-of-ink]

Okay, last Hunchback AU thing for the night.

So, remember that lantern from the last post about this AU and how I said Judge Glitch could see the soul inside’s true form?

This is what—no, who— he could see.

Ladies and gentlemen.. Here he is. Be warned, though: His appearance is gruesome in many ways. At least he’s as scared as anyone who manages to see his ghostly shape..

Ａｇｏｎｉａ

Yes, Judge Glitch kept the name. Sorry, @hugsforvillains..

[whumpycries]

written for this prompt by @whump-blog

cw: whumpee turned caretaker, prisoner whump, injuries, bruises, implied starvation, restraints, manhandling.

Kieran was getting better. Slowly, but steadily, surely. He could feel the wound ache less and less every day, and standing up didn’t make his vision black out for several seconds, only a few. 

It wasn’t enough. 

Every day he would see the doctor– the prisoner– get worse. More worn down, more battered, more bruised. The dark circles under his eyes grew more prominent, and he could have sworn the man was thinner than he had been when he first saw him a week ago. 

Kiiran heard the now familiar jingle of chains right before the doctor was thrown in through the doorway, landing on his hands and knees with a dull thud and a pained gasp that made Kieran wince. 

The guard entered behind him, a sneer on his face as he kicked the down man, “Go on then, what are you waiting for? For the General to magically recover by himself?” 

The man quickly climbed to his feet, not replying. Kieran was grateful they’d at least removed the chains around his hands, if not his legs. A necessity, he knew, for him to work with any efficiency, but also a kindness. Even if of the smallest measure. 

The casual cruelty made him uneasy as he watched the doctor unravel the bandages from around his torso, his hands gentle. The clean white linens were only spotted with blood this time, rather than completely stained red. He thought it was a good marker of just how hard the man was working, considering the gaping hole of flesh and blood that it had been initially.

His hands remained steady and careful as he quickly and efficiently changed the bandages under the watchful eye of the guard. Kieran knew just how easy it would be for the prisoner to not be careful, to just dig in his fingers a little, to pull too tight, to give him the wrong medication, to forget pain relievers. Anything, really. He wasn’t an expert in medical care, nor were any of the guards assigned to watch over them, which is the whole reason they’d needed the prisoner. Someone from the enemy lines. 

And yet, the man remained efficient throughout, causing minimal pain. At least from what he could remember. Kieran had been quite delirious the first day. But if he hadn’t hurt him the subsequent days, then Keiran doubted he would have the first one. 

He wondered if this gentleness came from fear of punishment or some sort of doctor’s honour. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. 

He let him pour the bitter, medicine infused water into his mouth in small sips, a hand under his head to keep it up. Kieran could feel the hand and the bowl shaking ever so slightly. The medication always made him drowsy, and healing was tiring business. 

He could feel unconsciousness tugging at him as the man slowly lowered him back to the bed. 

The last thing he heard before slipping under was another pained cry from the prisoner as the guard grabbed him, escorting him to wherever they kept him when he wasn’t being in use. 

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will most probably continue this, tell me if you want to be added to the taglist. also, i have no idea how military rankings work, i just used 'general' because it sounded cool.

[eunzul]

Head empty. Just silver