thank you for your service, fiskars eight inch non-stick titanium softgrip scissors

you lived, ready-to-hand, in the hone slot of my knife block and together, for the last six years and seventy five days, we have opened bags and boxes, snipped ties and tape, shaped paper and cloth. sometimes though, i asked more of you, we trimmed the woody stems of herbs, we pruned the branches of plants, and as your final task, we cut through the rib cage of a spatchcocking spring chicken. i tried to repair your broken handle, but it was not to be. for now your slot sits empty. you will be missed

final showdown pt2.

This was one of those battles where I survived it without a single reload. So. This entire scene? Accurate. Embarrassingly Accurate. (except the healy dealy. that's Greygold flair)

Wanted to get to the crown as fast as possible, but had to fly by Emps. Literally stopped next to bud to personally yell/reassure the fool I was gonna save their ass and then risked the opportunity attack.

(which. I forgot to bring my dex 18 gloves and discovered illithidism had shit dex, so....IS FINE. GG IS ALL FOR STARTING A NEW COLLECTION OF FRIENDSHIP SCARS)

BUT SQUID BUDDY MISSED. so. I like to think Enthralled Emps had put some effort into jumping through some rather large logic hoops to miss. Unlike Greygold who put JACK effort into dodging.

I originally intended to leave Emps completely alone, risk the attacks. But. Brain tentacle surprise happened. Right next to the squid. Emps rolled high in initiative.... But not as high as Lae'zel. Game-wise, ✨I panicked✨. Story-wise? I don't think this could have been any more in-character. Albeit, I found myself quadruple checking to make sure knockout mode was ABSOLUTELY on

The figure that stood behind Red Hood was a lithe thing. Not only did they barely come up to Red Hood’s chin, but they looked no bigger around than one of Hood’s thighs. Gaunt would have been the right word if it were for the ready way they held themselves— like they were one moment away from throwing a punch that would leave one aching for days.

Like Red Hood, not a sliver of skin was showing. It was somehow eerier, though. Red Hood covered his skin to protect himself from blades and bullets. Something about this other one… it was like they were covered up to protect everyone else. Like not getting a glimpse of the person, or thing, behind that black and green helmet was for the best, really.

Maybe it was the design of the helmet. It was an angular thing that looked sharp enough to cut and made of a smooth, black shell traced by lines of glowing green that only accented the angles. The lines traveled up to points at the top of the helmet part between wolf like ears and horns. Worst was the area over the mouth. It was pushed forward like the person was wearing a muzzle. It had been carved into distorted bared teeth, like they were one moment from going for the jugular.

Maybe it was the way they stood deathly still. The cloudy fog of breath that came out of the muzzle the only sign of life. But even that was far too infrequently for how a person needed to breath.

Maybe it was that the only thing a someone could see in the helmet was the reflection of their own terrified eyes.

Maybe it was the smell of ozone and burning that clung to them like a death shroud.

Maybe they were death, people whispered.

Concept art of The Forgotten Valley

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psychnatural 1/?

Is

Is hazbin hotel basically just the adult equivalent of Monster High??

Insomnia

I am once again asking for an au of the terror where they're all women, I am clawing at my curtains please I need to see them all. How do they wear their hair??? I feel like Lt. Little would have long hair but jopson wouldn't. I know she wouldn't, because I am wise and i know her. Please can anyone see my vision

Tried to design an outfit for Anduin that felt like him, but also didnt use any blue. Something comfy and more travel suited. I based the colors off his non-blue outfits from WoW and HotS, his pink one is based on his older self in the Legion comics.

thank you for lighting my way for these last two and a half years, philips 9003 standard replacement headlight bulbs. without you, i would have been immobilized by the darkness

aftermath

WIP Wednesday

I recently stumbled over the idea of Pocket Soulmates and couldn't get the idea of Stiles with a mini-feral alpha out of my head 😂 I haven't witten that much for this idea yet (actually I just started today), but have the first few hundred words for this! xD

Stiles felt his dad’s eyes stare into his back as he walked up the stairs to his room, still shaken from what had happened at the high school. The thing that weighed the most on his conscious, though, was lying to his dad again. Oh, and of course that Derek had disappeared after he’d probably died by the Alpha’s hands! Not to mention what Scott had admitted: He’d wanted to follow the Alpha’s command, to kill all of them - even Stiles. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew how fucked up it was, that meeting the Alpha himself didn’t have a place in his top three shitty things that happened tonight, but to be fair: He’d already known that there was a huge wolf monster running around the city and killing people. With his curiosity and inability to keep his nose out of weird happenings he’d known that he was bound to meet that thing eventually. He hadn’t expected it to be at school, mind you, but he probably should have known. After all about one third of his life existed solely on school grounds. The odds to meet the Alpha there, too, were not much lower than meeting him in his home, or even his room. He stopped at that thought, hand hovering in mid air in front of his door. Was he in danger of meeting the Alpha in his room tonight? He listened, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he tried to hear anything from the other side of the door. But there was nothing. He huffed and shook his head, stupid thoughts in his stupid brain trying to stupidly get him worked up over stupid possibilities that probably weren’t even possibilities! After all Scott had said himself that the Alpha wanted him to kill all his friends. There was no reason for a hulking beast to wait for him in his room. Stiles took a fortifying breath and opened the door but didn’t step inside. Stupid brain frightening him in stupid ways because of course now he was waiting for the Alpha or Scott or a zombie-Derek appearing in front of him to rip out his intestines. But instead there was just his dark and empty room. He sighed and stepped in, kicking the door closed behind him, and let himself fall face first onto his bed, ignoring the little lumps of all of the stuff in his various jacket and pants pockets pressing into his body. At least until one of the lumps started to move and a growl reached his ears.

ive been wanting to tweak tsubaki's outfit for SO long. pretty much the same i just gave her leggings and a turtleneck

idk I just think about the fact that FOB has always flipped what people have said about them on its head and stepped into it and very sardonically donned the role they're cast in by their critics. I just think about that sometimes

Unimportant fact but my design for justice is practically like a one to one exact copy of what I look like