#plagueing around

[the-plague-ground]

THERE HAS BEEN A MAJOR HATCHING EVENT. babiues

long ass post so

alr so none of the babies are named yet but th parents are Echo and Gratitude

okaaa so first up

unnamed guardian male

clay tiger/ auburn trail/ mist runes

common plague eyes

LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. ISNT HE SO PERFECT AND COOL

im in love with his wing pattern and th tiger stripes its so cool. AND THE RUNE COLOR ?????

like HEL P its so cool

i just love the colors on this guy in general. 10/10

OKAY NEXT

at first i was totally just likE "HOLYSHIT ITS JUST ECHO AGAIN LMAO"

but nope. they are. differnt. lksdjflkj

unnamed fae male

slate tiger/ cottoncandy trail/ sanguine runes

plauge common eyes

he does look very similar to echo though. like very very similar

honestly this lineage could totally turn into me trying to make the ender dragon fr. that would be funny i think. i . might. do that

i love his wings likee ough. very cool. also the runes are barely noticable but tbh. its like. a nice detail

OKAY LAST ONE

LOOK AT HIM. HES BEAUTIFUL. HES SO COOL

unnamed fae male

sable tiger/ bubblegum trail/ strawberry runes

common plague eyes

okay but be fr. this guy is so cool. i love the strawberry color in general. BUT STRAWBERRY RUNES. OUGHG

AND TH ? TRAIL GENE ? PLUS TH COLOR. MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE SOME WEIRD ASS BUTTERFLY

ITS GONGUGOUIS 😍

maybe if the tiger gene was replaced w smth else then it would look even more butterfly ish ? im unsure though tbh

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ANYways . thats all of em. i need name suggestions I NEED NAME SUGGESTIONS i need name suggestions. send me name suggestions in the tags PLES ASE

i saw that they were all males and went "FINALLY . MEN"

almost all of my other guys ive have been female for so long like the proportion of males to females has been crazy for awhile

i love these guys tbh. all three of em. they are so beautiful ist great

honestly i might like tryto pretty them up with cloths and stuff but tbh im still undecided. i like them alot. but ive barely messed with apparel or anything

i still wanna read the lore of fr and learn how exaltation works? and maybe learn more about the actual mechanics of how genes are passed down. colors too

i think ill try to scry an ender dragon soon . and tryto like. actual. attain it. lskjdflkjs

wish me luck fr tumblr <3

ALR BYEEE

[clouvu]

Mother and Father 🫶

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 225

Klarion is EXCITED. He's absolutely DELIGHTED even, unable to sit still as he flits from place to place. His baby cousin! Is! Visiting! Which OBVIOUSLY means he, as the older one, must make sure the main places are still standing so he can show his itty bitty baby cousin EVERYTHING! After all, he's never gotten to be the older one! He's always been the youngest in the family! But now he has an itty bitty toddler cousin- form recently shifted to match- to teach the ways of Chaos to! He's so EXCITED!

The League and heroes on the other hand, are Very concerned about Why the Witch Boy has been spotted in practically every major city in the US in the last few days. What is he planning?!

[bigfatbreak]

warmup of the day is: here's to hoping for another year

[jet-teeth]

Official Death Guard appreciation post (enjoy some sketches! One is digital, other sketchpage is traditional) I can't remember why I decided to draw Typhus back when I drew this, guess was just in the mood to draw the funny beehive man (Death Guard has a fun aesthetic tho!)

[reallilystuff]

dogpile!!!

alt version below readmore ooo spooky

they sleebgy......

[septemberlikestea]

the highest honor i can bestow upon a character is daydreaming about a dd crossover and class mod. these are from a whiiile back i think i made these in spring?

[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.

[skyxiiocrkblog]

Send help

[yashley]

Fearne has seen a version of herself that has gone down a very bad path in EXU. […] She doesn’t know where in the timeline that Fearne was, and if every sort of step that I’m taking, “Is this gonna lead me down to that path - to the bad Fearne?"

[the-plague-ground]

baba

pequen..,

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[vellichorom]

to that one person who asked awhile back for my take on The King beloved... i hope i did him the marshmallowy peepy justice you thought i had in me...

transparents below the cut so you can Behold my newfound watercoloring skills in their lone glory. yes they are very tiny i can't change that

[fesenmoon]

fungal form moonshine is back bitch

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Draco and the twins please

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

Harry stares at Voldemort's face, slack in unconsciousness, his body sprawled across an expensive leather couch. "I can not fucking believe that worked."

"Why would I have done it if it wouldn't have worked?" Draco demands, with his mother's face and her voice and his mocking eyeroll.

The dementor Draco had found - her name is something Harry's convinced a human throat can't pronounce, but she'd signed that they could call her Tori - sways hopefully in the direction of the chest of horcruxes.

Apparently the terrifying, soul crushing dread that dementors give off is something they can consciously turn on or off. Being around her is just sort of cold.

"Yes, yes, sorry, please go ahead," Draco says, flipping open the chest revealing the assorted treasures Voldemort had stored his soul in. "Nagini is just down the hall if someone wants to go take care of that."

Hermione checks that the safety is off of her pistol then says, "On it."

"Don't kill her," George says, eyeing Tori as various items disappear underneath her robe. "We need her alive for Tori to suck out their souls. Just incapacitate her."

"Aim low," Ron says, a heap of acromantula silk rope over his shoulder.

"I could help," Harry starts, feeling especially useless.

Fred shakes his head. "No, no, the timing is very important here."

"Yeah," Draco says, looking over a desouled ring with interest. "Just sit there and wait to get a soul sucked out."

Great.

"Oh, don't look so put out," Draco says. "At least it won't be yours. Right Tori?"

She nods. Harry supposes she seems trustworthy. It's not like he's that trusting of wizards that work at a prison, so he probably shouldn't hold the other dementors he's met against her.

[the-star-and-the-smols]

I really think not enough is said about "awkward" yet good-intentioned handhelds. By that I mean the tiny not quite sure how to hold on or balance themself, or the giant sort of wrapping their fingers around them and accidentally covering their mouth, so their speech is muffled, followed by an adjustment, a "sorry."

The kind among friends, the tiny one clambering into a palm, losing balance and tumbling as it shifts underneath them, the giant perhaps in a hurry. Little exclamations of "oops" or "woah," the giant cupping their hands around them and reassuring them that they won't fall out as they get reoriented. "I gotcha, little one."

Shit never fails to bring a stupid fucking smile to my face.