oh my what a perfectly good thunder. it would be a shame if something happened to him

A few ideas i made for a design of The Watcher!!! very silly little guy, I'm excited to see what comes from their campaign :] ill be damned if im not one of the first to buy it!!!

It's been a day

today’s coord to run errands 🐇💗

I also got to see the mag mile tulips in bloom and try a new bubble tea/poke place that opened near me! ໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა ⑅˚˖ ♥︎🧋

coord rundown:

JSK: Angelic Pretty Shoulder Ribbon JSK (Summer 2002)

apron, cardigan: BTSSB

blouse, socks: AP

I forgot to include my headdress in this but just wore a pink + white ribbon/lace rectangle headdress! oops ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

what if Lizzie didn't die?

nobody's ever fallen out of the void before, so no participant has ever come back to tell the tale of what that's like. the communicator says she's eliminated, and everyone shrugs and carries on, because for all they know, she is. Maybe there is a ground to hit down there, or some monster that swoops in and kills in a single blow.

but the thing is - there's no end in a void. it just continues forever. and ever. and ever. it's simple physics; a void/vacuum is a blank space, a complete and total absence of anything at all. there's nothing there that could have killed Lizzie because, by definition, nothing is in the void at all. not even time could have gotten her.

now imagine being condemned to a place (or as close to a place as the void can get) where you will never see anything again, hear anything again, falling falling falling, towards a ground that will never appear. a place where you can never look into anyone's eyes ever again. eventually, a green streak in brown hair is the only memory you have of another human existing that hasn't been lost to the millennia you've spent falling. this place where you will be the only thing that exists, the only thing that will exist, and the only thing that has ever existed, slipping through the cracks of time, eternally in solitude.

wouldn't that be a fitting place for a woman who spent all her time on solid ground alone, with almost nobody to care for her? falling so far out of the bounds of reality even the watchers don't know she's still alive? so beyond the reach of anybody that nobody will ever hear her calls for them to come to her, let alone heed them? and let's be honest, if they could hear her, would they even come?

and who knows, maybe when the next season rolls around, for some strange, inexplicable reason, the watchers can't find Lizzie. It's no trouble, they can construct a new Lizzie from her memory, even if it's one season behind. and maybe this time, Lizzie has better luck and lots of friends. she doesn't really get why Scar is so apologetic, or Joel so clingy, or even why she constantly feels like she's teetering on the edge of a precipice, about to fall. but that's just her being silly, right?

all the while the original Lizzie falls forever. forgotten again.

the fact that i havent been able to find any eldritch horror stuff(aside from like one fic on ao3) written about the dark urge character yet is criminal. durge is quite literally a pureblooded child of a dead god and i cant stop thinking about it, but i cant really find anyone else exploring that in their writing. i love all the people writing their durges as just murdery little weirdos who have something severely wrong with them, but like...

give me a dark urge that no matter what shape they take, their form has teeth and claws befitting a predator. too-sharp teeth lurking behind a face not made to keep them, designed to shear through flesh and crack bone. give me a durge that's just plain unnerving to be around even beyond the murderousness and religious fanaticism that Bhaal's Chosen holds. Like, in silent rooms, if you listen carefully enough, faint whispers of the urges within their profane blood seep into the air—unintelligible but still undeniably present. A shadow that pools beneath their feet like the blood they leave in their wake. a constant scent of copper that follows them around, no matter how clean they are. Seeing them from the corner of your eye and for a split second you swear you saw tan hide and thick black horns.

idk. just...it feels like theres a lot im that genre of stuff that could be done!!

One of the biggest things that makes me see Leo as trans is absolutely the size of his carapace in comparison to his brothers’.

And I’m not talking about height! I’m specifically looking at his shell here, because when you compare him to the others, particularly Donnie who is nearly the same height as Leo, it’s very clear that Leo’s carapace is much longer in proportion to the rest of his body.

Like - standing side by side, even though Donnie is shorter his carapace ends noticeably higher up than Leo’s does. And I like this not only because it really helps push the idea that Leo could very likely be trans (or intersex!), but it’s also just a fun design difference between them.

(It also lends way to future scenarios of Donnie eventually getting taller than Leo, but sitting down still has Leo being the taller one haha.)

second and final batch of that one event! they ended up almost making a coherent color palette too somehow lol.

Hell yeah you’re a furry artist now that’s where the real moneys at

If I was a furry artist do you think I'd still be working my 8 to 4 job

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Mentopolis episode 3

Me flipping through the DSM-V attempting to diagnose the lynch brothers

Got another one for the Wyll and Wyllstarion enjoyers

Want some Timeline Fuckery but purely for the Hurt/Comfort goodness? This one is for you! Enjoy!!

I am allowed one (1) self-indulgent gacha game post here a year and I'm using it to show my c6 Shenhe + wep I got with 450 pulls.

slight micah & raven redesigns to give them traits in their human forms that match their animal ones, like the wereanimals in 4 and 5!

ah wei,,,,,how are you 18 already,,,,,i feel like some auntie 😭 😭 'oh youve grown so much since i last saw you!!!' BUT LITERALLY HOW R U 18 NOW,,, werent u just like 14-15,,,, how time flies,,,

MY MUTUAL IN CHRIST MAE ARENT YOU THE SAME AGE I AM??????????

this piece is obviously an engaging, compelling, fascinating, and quite hilarious read, but the notion that the facile, misogynistic ending of war and peace is somehow “happy” and “satisfying” is crazy to me. unless ann means the epilogue after the epilogue, wherein tolstoy just straight up elucidates the framework through which he interprets history (and it’s great). but there are truly so many other, better examples of narratively satisfying and thematically resonant happy or even bittersweet endings in well-regarded and supposedly challenging “classics” that ann could have chosen from to undermine lauren’s point. i think wap’s (first) epilogue is by far one of the weakest parts of the entire novel, which is otherwise genuinely (infuriatingly) as good as the few people who have actually bothered to read the whole thing claim it to be. unfortunately wap, like astrophysics, is often employed as shorthand to signify the arbitrary construction of what constitutes “intelligence.” oh you’ve read the entirety of a novel that is mostly famous for being long as fuck. oh you can do complex physics on an astronomical scale. you must be some kind of genius!!! and i’m not saying that reading a novel of that length doesn’t require stamina, or that doing astronomy doesn’t require certain knowledge, that it’s simply a walk in the park. but if the whole point of this review is to undermine the idea that taking interest in certain “high brow” pursuits and flaunting your ivy league credentials doesn’t actually make you superior to your fellow contemporary women of the literati, then it feels kind of facile to employ wap as some kind of trump card when it’s not really the serve ann clearly thinks it is. that says, who cares. (see what i did there?) it’s not like i’d heard of either of these women or read their work before reading this article. and first and foremost, i am always here for juicy white woman on white woman violence.