#they put so much detail into this

[mars-wuz-herez]

His face. He doesn’t even have to say anything it’s written all over his face.

WHOEVER ANIMATED THIS PART DESERVES A RAISE.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

the most anticipated comic from this blog: White Boy Goes Dancing (follows directly from this)

Everyone's been sending me asks for this! I have a second part to this planned for the future. Watch this space!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[medicalunprofessional]

sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”

[nemnums]

ULTRAMIKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

[mokeonn]

me and kirby getting peeps on sale at winn-dixie :)

[kaereth]

Joaquin Mondragon chasing Ernesto de la Cruz around the afterlife trying to beat the snot out of him with a guitar for a kofi - deserved tbh

[rooksunday]

fox’s best friend (that he’ll admit to having) is a mouse droid called honk!. he found honk! in the back of the corrie crying cupboard, wheels jammed with crud, and put the droid back together while complaining about a senator’s treatment of one of his shinies and his inability to act. fox buffed honk!’s chassis with the cuff on his flightsuit and set it back into the hallway when he left.

honk! maybe trips the senator at the top of some stairs a few days later. maybe getting away with this starts it in a path of vengeance. impossible to say. no witnesses.

sometimes honk! appears in fox’s office with some sweets tucked into its body, pilfered from senator offices. sometimes fox carries honk! under his arm like a tired puppy, its wheels whirring, and ignores the way thorn goes soft around the visor. he’s helping out a fellow worker. nothing to see here!

maybe honk! gets a security upgrade or two. maybe it gets a stripe in corrie red. maybe it tugs chancellor palpatine’s robes at an in opportune moment and he breaks his neck in a terrible escalator accident. who knows!!

[gouinisme]

uhm. jarchivist

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[3cosmicfrogs]

more from the AU where just about everything goes wrong for @zukkaweek Day 6: Royalty. ID in ALT.

Sokka: *exists*

Zuko: *grab*

[ping-ski]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @crystalmagpie447 !! tosses fistful of confetti and skitters away

[qephyr]

For the epic bird who managed to revive a fandom @randomalistic (<- SUCH A PASSIONATE AND KIND PERSON BTW YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO WATCH THEIR VIDEO IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! GO GO GO THIS IS AN ORDER!!!)

bonus doodles teehee, got attached to the idea of a little bird and its oxpecker-like relationship with the world's largest parasite :]c

[keferon]

Now you know the truth

[ladyddanger]

thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

[eggsplice]

whyd you have to do all that man