#might not be in stone

[frownyalfred]

Are you updating serial killer one too?

Yes! Here’s my tentative schedule (dates are for “week of” deadlines)

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[delicourse]

end of spring🌸🧶🌱🧵

[strawbuddy-luv]

Introducing: Catboy Stone! (Zeddyzi I am so sorry-)

[mikibagels]

Cross-Dimensional Siblings - Snippet 2

What's the point in a race if you aren't there waiting for me at the finish line?

Read Snippet 1 here 👈

[jack-o-phantom]

Possible redesigns of the guards!

Since they haven't done much in the past hundred years, im guessing they're pretty dusty in the creaks, poor Y/n has to deal with two large cats who see y/n as a toy

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[just-browsing1222]

Sometimes YouTube offers you a video about spindles and their importance to humanity that makes you cry. It's fine. It's normal. It happens to everyone. It's fine.

[spicyraeman]

wyllyam beloved

[exhuastedpigeon]

oh oh ohhh!

Tommy as the catalyst for Eddie realizing his friendship with Buck isn't a typical male friendship. He and Tommy hang out and shoot the shit over sports, they don't talk about his kid or about how he's doing in therapy or their childhood trauma. What he has with Buck is different. It's deep. It's to the core.

Tommy as the catalyst for Buck realizing not everyone gets jealous over a friend like that - that his feelings for Eddie are different than his feelings for his other friends. He doesn't care that Chim and Tommy hang out. He has no problem when Hen has to blow him off for Karen. But Eddie? It hurts seeing him laughing and smiling with someone else.

Something about the way Tommy brings out different aspects in both Buck and Eddie and those aspects are what make them realize their own relationship goes beyond friendship. Because Eddie can bro out with Tommy like he doesn't with Buck and Tommy with Eddie makes Buck jealous in a way he hasn't been in years, when he was worried Eddie was there to take his place.

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[delicourse]

lesbian pride moment 😳🌸

[cubfan-montblanc]

another failed partnership from the needy boys

[feketeribizli]

more venturie! they had the vision but fumbled his design so bad

[clownsuu]

would young dr stone face look the same as old him or was he an absolute hottie bachelor (not that he isnt hot now we both know i love me an old man) this isnt urgent but i need to know- he just strikes me as the type to have been an absolute heartbreaker back in the day

One of these days I might draw a younger version of Dr Stone (iv actually been thinking about it since I first made him LMAO but someday someday smhhh) but his youth? Well he had a shid ton of ex wives NDHHDHD- he’s not very good at keeping relationships smhh but he wasn’t always this bitter (well- still kinda was-)

also bonus doodles both related and not-

Ok yeah I know I literally just released another character but that’s Robbie’s family so it doesn’t matter too much JDHDHDH-

ANYWAY Harvey Bazaar! The firefly! Not really meant to be a puppet-able muppet, just a old man ya would see occasionally on posters and mentioned on a scrap of a newspaper smhhh (or see him in the faaaaaaar distance in his home riding Shelly to their next destination)

He’s a traveling merchant! Sells lil goods he makes while traveling (from trinkets to food- mans literally got it all, all made by him) however he’s very passionate with his hat making! (Only does custom orders! Last time he made too many hats he lost them all in a river from a really bad storm- was a very sad day for him smhh)

A jolly old passionate man who’s determination and happiness couldn’t be beat,,, even after all these years, he still wants to travel all over the world