#two weeks before Halloween

[ilguna]

Ughhhh not to spoil what I wanted to do in October but I had this whole thing planned out but I can’t start because it’s too late to post in time before Halloween. Has something to do w what I did last year.

[elitadream]

I have a Halloween piece to share this year, yayy! 🎃🍂✨️

The ironic part? It's actually not Mario-related. 👀😅

[redwinterroses]

Rendog dreams.

"So you're trying the whole king thing again, huh boss?"

He's standing on the balcony of the Crastle and he whirls around, snatching the tiny crown off his head as if he's been caught doing something shameful. "Martyn?"

Martyn leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and one foot propped up on the doorframe. He's got a smirk on his face and an arrow in his throat.

"What?" he asks, raising one eyebrow the sardonic way he always does, apparently unbothered by the fatal wound. "Surprised to see me?"

"To be frank," Ren says, disbelieving, "Yeah?"

"I heard my old boss was setting up as head honcho again." Martyn shrugs. "Couldn't miss out on that."

There's crimson staining the grey edges of the Hand's smile, and his once-emerald eyes are flat and glassy. Ren swallows down a feeling that's somewhere between guilt and horror and guilt over feeling horror.

"It's... good to see you," he manages, turning the tiny crown in sweaty circles. His thumb catches on the prongs holding the emerald in place. "It's been a long time, bro."

A shadow darkens Martyn's grey face and he looks past Ren, into the cloudy sky beyond. There's a storm building on the horizon. "Yeah," he says, and some note in his voice makes Ren's fur stand on end. "I don't... get out much, these days."

A moment of awkward silence hovers over them, and Ren finds himself itchy with restless frustration. They never used to have awkward silence. Whether it was him mumbling enchantments or Martyn going over lists of assets, whether it was Ren trying to explain the oddities of Hermitcraft or Martyn telling hilarious stories that got progressively more unbelievable but he swore were true... Silence had never been the sound of Dogwarts.

"Why?"

Ren jumps when Martyn's voice breaks the silence like a hammer to glass. "What?"

Martyn pushes himself upright and takes a step closer, letting his arms fall to his sides. It's not threatening, but Ren finds his feet shuffling backwards anyway. He clutches the crown tighter.

"Why again with the king shtick?" Martyn's dead eyes drill into Ren's soul. "One fallen kingdom isn't enough for you?"

Ren swallows, reaching one hand behind him to feel for the edge of the balustrade. "I... I dunno, man. I guess—I guess I thought maybe I could... do better this time."

Martyn huffs an unamused half-laugh. "I mean, you could hardly do worse."

That stings, and Ren can't stop himself from wincing. "I'm sorry, Martyn, I didn't mean to—'

"No no—sorry." Martyn holds up one placating hand and Ren sees the dirt and blood caked under his nails. "My bad. That sounded a bit harsh, didn’t it.”

“You’re not wrong, though.” Ren’s shoulders sag and he looks down at the crown. “We never stood a chance back… back there.”

“We could have won,” Martyn says, and Ren looks up to find him tensing his jaw. “You could have tried.” The arrow in his neck trembles.

There's blood staining the front of his shirt, Ren notices distantly. It's still wet.

"To what ending, dude? The two of us go head-to-head on Black Heart Altar?" Ren gives a nervous laugh. "Nah, man: that game only had one winner. And it was never going to be us."

They stand in silence for a moment, the mountain wind blowing between them.

"I fought for you." The words are out before Ren consciously thinks them, and he flinches at the way they fall from his mouth like stones.

Martyn tilts his head. "You did," he agrees, but it sounds like an accusation. "And I fought for you."

"I would have given you that victory." The confession is heavy, weighted with truth and resentment.

Martyn doesn’t look surprised. “Yeah. I know you would have.” I wouldn’t have done the same. He doesn’t speak the words, but Ren hears them anyway. Martyn’s a pragmatist—he’d have fought for everything he was worth. Like he had a world to gain or lose—though Ren shudders to think what living alone in that blood-soaked world would have been like.

He thinks he knows why Grian jumped.

The stone railing under his hand is cold and pitted, the marble worn by wind and time, and he can feel the wind curling up from the valley below, ruffling the fur on the back of his neck.

“Do you think you can do it this time?” Martyn asks. He takes another step forward, and it takes everything in Ren not to move away. His Hand is within arm’s reach, his grey skin papery and dry, and his cracked lips forming the question with what sounds like idle curiosity but feels like a threat.

Ren deliberately relaxes his fists. Martyn is not a threat. Not his Hand.

“Do—do what?” he manages, throat dry.

“Keep your crown.” Martyn raises one hand and reaches to touch the tiny crown with the tip of one finger—delicate, as if he might break it. “Think you can do that, in a world with less to lose?”

In a world without your Red Army? Can you at least manage that much?

Ren no longer knows what words are Martyn’s and what are his own mind’s. “I—” he stammers, leaning back against the railing. Martyn’s eyes don’t blink, and this close he can see where the skin of his gums is pulling away from the teeth—teeth that look longer and sharper than they should.

“I think you’re trying to prove a point.” Now Martyn lifts that lifeless hand to rest it on Ren’s shoulder, a dark mockery of the casual and friendly way he always had. Camaraderie decays into menace, heavier than a dozen crowns.

“I… I am?” Words stick in Ren’s throat, dry and choking. Martyn would never hurt me. Not willingly. Not Martyn.

“Yup.” Martyn pops the ‘p’, and a wafting breath of rot reaches Ren’s nostrils. “You’re trying to prove that no matter what world you’re in, you can never win.”

Bristling, Ren straightens. “That’s utterly ridiculous—”

“You want to prove that it’s not your fault,” Martyn continues, talking over Ren like he can’t even hear him. “That if you can’t hold onto a crown here—” he almost spits the word, a spasm of distaste contorting his features. “—in a world with nothing to lose, then of course you couldn’t have done it there.”

His fingers—bony and cold—dig into Ren’s shoulder, sharp and clawlike. Ren winces, but he can’t pull free. Martyn leans close, his dead face inches from Ren’s own. The arrow in his throat presses into Ren’s chest, and his voice is hard:

“You want to prove you didn’t get us all killed.”

“Not true!” Ren’s knees buckle under the weight of Martyn’s hand, and he sags back against the balustrade. “I did everything I could to—”

“No.” Martyn shakes his head, and the hand on Ren’s shoulder moves to grip his throat. He forces Ren’s head up and back, to look up at the towers of the Crastle rising over their heads. “You didn’t then, and you’re not now. You could be a king, Ren—but you give up too soon. And who pays the price?”

Skizz. Etho. BigB.

Ren swallows, gulping for precious air.

Bdubs.

Cleo—Iskall—Joe—Scar—

He drops the crown, the heavy gold clattering to the stone floor with an ear-piercing ring. He reaches up to grip Martyn’s wrist with both hands, trying not to flinch at the cold, unyielding, dead flesh.

“Martyn—please. I’ll try—I’ll really try, I swear—”

“No.”

Martyn’s voice is as hard as his hand, but there’s something like pity mixed with the disgust and disappointment in his face.

“No, mate, you’re going to fall this time too. You already set your own trap.” He shakes his head and lifts Ren off the ground, holding him by the neck as if he weighs nothing. Ren chokes, feet scrabbling for purchase, the stone railing knocking into the backs of his knees.

“Martyn—”

“Long live the king, Ren. Better luck next time.”

And Martyn drops him over the edge.

Ren falls, reaching for his Hand, a scream stillborn in his throat.

He wakes before he hits the ground.

Rendog snaps upright in bed with a choked cry, hand flying to his chest to clutch at his heart through the thin fabric of his sleeping shirt. His pulse pounds in his ears and he can feel the telltale chill of tears in the damp fur on his cheeks and neck. In the dim moonlight, his eyes find a golden gleam across the room.

The tiny crown sits on his dresser, its emerald eye winking at him. Mocking him.

Long live the king.

He shivers. There was no mistaking the threat, spoken through Martyn’s voice.

Better luck next time.

...Next time.

[wall-e-gorl]

I need yall to know that the session where wager killed fawn was *so much* that I picked back up my fawn crochet project so I could finish it and hug her for real. My desk is messy and she doesn't stand on her own (I need to get a stand) but LOOK AT HER

[lesbiradshaw]

Hiii is there anything we know about the dagger squad backgrounds that’s canon? Other than Jake being from Texas, is the stuff about what they studied/where they’re from headcanon? THANK U MUCH LOV

we don’t really know that much i don’t think but a majority of the background info i’ve found is either vaguely mentioned in the film or the paramount draft script you can find online ! bradley being a poli sci major at UVA and graduating in ‘09 is canon (and also very dear to me bc that was my major too plus i also graduated hs at 17 bc we are both #junebabies :]), jake originally got his call sign because bradley gave it to him and he hated it at first, bradley played baseball as a kid, mickey is a trekkie and also catholic or at least raised catholic (he crosses himself before they launch on the mission in the draft script), harvard and yale were the only duo that came from the same squadron together before the movie, and bradley and jake and natasha were in top gun together at the same time. there’s probably more backstory you could piece together for everyone by looking at their service medals/ribbons they wear but i fear i am not knowledgeable enough about that sort of stuff without a lot more research. they all mostly have the same ones but natasha has a NATO medal, jake has a navy unit commendation ribbon, and reuben has a joint service achievement medal.

also silly canon details that aren’t background info but i still love: jake wears what i’m pretty sure is a class ring on his right ring finger, he’s also the only trainee i recall seeing actually wear his tags, he likes van halen and foghat and seems to be a classic rock fanatic, natasha wears a plain gold band on her left index finger, mickey, reuben, natasha, and bob all use those multicolor clicky pens, bradley is i think the only one of the main squad who doesn’t have the fingertips cut off his flight gloves, halo’s tank top has her squadron logo on it during the football scene, and those stupid jorts bradley wears were definely just jeans he cut the legs off himself 😭.

[tacosaysroar]

First color change sighting

[mads-is-tired]

a series of events: one two and three cases of @s0up1ta @supmaww and I drawing each others OC/sona's! However, I never drew Wampus Cat with us as a trio so I thought its about time I did!

happy halloween! we are trick or treating! :D (done in watercolur and fineliner in my watercolour sketchbook, hence the distored lines (due to curling pages) but tbh they were a little wonky anyway lol)

i hope you guys like this! and i hope i did your characters justice :)

[whelkspares]

Guys and ghosts from some of my favorite games for the spooky day :)

[arodykeism]

forgot to post these whoops

[quibbs126]

So why is Jack Skellington the Pumpkin King? That’s something I’ve been wondering about, because he’s a skeleton

I’m sure there’s an answer out there, I just don’t know what it is

[lesbian-gnf-archive]

He was also wearing it almost everyday for like months btw for a while everytime he appeared on someone’s stream he’d be in that hoodie😭

I remember this!!! Here's some extra pics of him in the hoodie I believe that I have saved

[maybeicanbesaved]

my niece is being induced today, i still can’t believe she’s having a baby, like the little girl will be here within the next couple days 🥹😭😭

[nat-20s]

okay i PROMMY i'll stop making purchases soon but just a few more...

[famewolf]

just tasted possibly the worst energy drink ever. i took a single sip and recoiled and tried two more times but I thought I was going to be sick by the third.

it was like drinking cotton candy syrup but if the cotton candy was made of centuries old chemicals.

i like sweet, but this was like ....... so bad it made me grimace and turn my head away every time i tried to drink it

[allsassnoclass]

hey y’all want to do a writing week in spring? between the song fic fest posting and the next big event (either the exchange again or another fic fest) sign ups?

[unnamed-atlas]

I think the most important post on this website is that post about choosing to love on purpose because it has been the most helpful mindset in getting through this month and this holiday and coming out on the other side still having had a good time despite everything