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I like this creature

look at my creature

The Legend Of SWORD DOG

A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.

i dont see why i cant start a trend, so here goes. lets try to build back our attention spans. lets try to focus on just one thing for as long as possible. lets not watch those "asmr for people with adhd" videos where they fuck up adhd folks even worse. lets resist the urge to reach for our phones when watching a movie. lets read the articles we reblog, even when theyre boring. i know its hard, i have adhd too, but its worth it. i also know that this hard work doesnt always seem super impressive to other people, so id love for yall to tell me in the tags or replies if youve done something, no matter how small, for your attention span. you deserve to feel like youve taken back some of what social media has ripped from you

She's secretly and Irish spy

Just a lil guy with a leaf

in honor of shark week starting tomorrow 🦈

really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier:

it is so dang funny to me that there is this cultural pressure for artists to be modest about their art. 'you cant say your own book is five stars' WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO RATE IT FOUR? buckaroo if you create ANYTHING from your heart it has all the grand cosmic uniqueness you do. CELEBRATE YOURSELF

This is such a call out

Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating. 

Biggest plot twist

And another batch of finished arts I’m sharing today! Hope you enjoy, and now it’s time I tried posting some new stuff whenever I can. Stay tuned!

I wish I was a female tiger because then if I was talking to someone and I was getting off topic I could say “but I tigress,” and then kill and eat them because I am a tiger

These are freaking epic

I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

Thanos gets left on a remote planet

Some time later a ship full of refugees from a neighboring solar system land o the planet

At first he avoids them, there are rumors of a giant purple guy in the woods

He has been alone for so long, he misses his family, has had time to contemplate why in the world they would spare him

He's been changing

Eventually he gets injured, badly, he can't get home, maybe he thinks this is it, the end he deserves, but, a hunting party/group of kids/foraging group, finds him, they take him back to the village

The village works together to help this stranger

He doesn't speak, doesn't have the strength to resist their kindness either, doesn't know if he could bring himself too, he knows he should, that he doesn't deserve their help

He agrees to help out around the village to pay them back for their kindness

He's big and he's strong and the people appreciate his help, try to get to know him and befriend him

He's damn tempted but tries to keep his distance, without being rude ofcourse, he's done enough harm

A cute scene where he helps teach a kid something

A girl, a love, her family welcoming him with open arms, shaking and crying as he confesses to her what he's done, who he's been, she still loves him, now, he can still deserve happiness

Children, a house and home, friends and neighbors, and nights out and laughter and joy

After years of healing, living, and loving

His past comes calling

The avengers have a problem, he has knowledge no one else does

They come expecting a fight, probably to finish him off for good after this

But they find the village, a couple of kids show him where to find the big purple man

The avengers have no idea what's happening, they're offered tea

Ooooohhh

Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

you are not a wasteland you just need ibuprofen and a hot bath and a shower and a nutritious meal and some water and some fresh air and to do something productive and to do something creative and to do something that takes physical exertion and to do something social

2. "Someone get the medic. Get the medic!"

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!” Hero's voice broke as their gaze locked on Sidekick laying there, blood pooling out around them. Their arm was twisted wrong and- and Gods they were still breathing. Hero's knees thudded to the ground next to sidekick and now they could hear the ragged gasps coming from sidekick as they tried to breathe. Grasping sidekicks hand -not the one from their twisted arm- Hero squeezed, gently so gently, sidekick looked so fragile right now, their skin pale and eyes unfocused, staring up, unblinking.

“Medic!” Hero waved them down. Relief washed over them, sidekick would be okay, they would be okay.

“I've got it from here.” the medic said as they waved Hero off. It was better to give the medics the space they needed to work. With one last squeeze Hero stood and moved away. Beneath the pounding of their own heart and the adrenaline pulsing through their veins Hero hadn't noticed the small squeeze Sidekick gave back, or that their breath had stopped sounding so ragged, stopped sounding. The final shudder their body had given after Hero let go, or the last tear that dripped down off of their face.

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.

let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.

♡