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more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls

(Weekend) Kiss Tag

@mysticstarlightduck thanks for tagging me!

Amar's (Death's) POV:

I nodded, and he shapeshifted into a white stag. Before he could turn around, I grabbed him by one of his antlers to place a kiss on his head. With my forehead pressed against his, I told him, “Be careful, My Heart.” He lingered just a moment longer before following the wolf’s noses. They jumped into the sky like a pebble skipping over water. I watched after them until they’d left the world’s atmosphere for the darkness of space.

No pressure tags for @splashinkling @emabatis @davycoquette aaand just anyone has a kiss to share<3

Something wholesome for comfort or whatever, because why not bruh. 👍✨✨

They are so silly.

:3

Creator of Dust is: Ask_DustTale

Creator of Killer is: RahafWabas

my fresh!fell design

Holiday free time.

I'm going to decorate my notebook if I don't draw. Music does not have a limited timeline. Even though I am of the current generation I love them so much.

I will make another page later

Whump Prompt #1352

Whumptober #1: Search Party

Let me set the scene.

It's dark out, and a frigid cold has set in. An icy rain hammers across the land, soaking your whumpee to the bone. They're frozen to the core; shivering terribly as they lay crumpled in the muddy ditch. They got dumped hours ago. Their body is slowly giving up, and their hopes of a rescue dwindle with every raindrop. At least the canopy of trees offers some respite, but as the night deepens and their blood seeps from their wounds they know they're in trouble. 

At the other end of the forest, just as lightning begins to streak across the sky and thunder rolls between the clouds, the search party sprints into the undergrowth. Well, it’s not so much of a party and more of a small gathering - just those who were present when the news of the whumpee’s drop-off location arrived. They know they don’t have long, so with just their flashlights and raincoats, the team fan out, calling desperately for the whumpee as their dim beams of light barely illuminate the ground in front of them. 

Perhaps the whumpee tries to claw their way out of the ditch. Maybe the rainwater begins pooling underneath their bloody body. Maybe they hear their rescuers but cannot call out… 

How long can they hold out for before they succumb to the bloodloss, or cold? Do they also contract a cold from their ordeal, making recovery even more miserable? 

I FINALLY got inspiration to draw these two. I loves thems

my beloveds

Ready or Not (GT)

A Print/Trinket Universe Story

In which Everly is a little too successful in distracting Micah from doom-scrolling.

Word count: ~3k

Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 💕

((More Micah and Everly))

Warning: Consensual fearplay 🌸

Keep reading

im obsessed with this, beautiful work done artist <3

Together until the end

the way ashley’s section was done in the remake is one of my favorite parts so i had to draw it along with ashley’s best line

Nice work! I love it! If any of you out there wanted a detailed map of character connections, this is the post to read!

Gundam SEED Character Connection Maps!

Ri commissioned me to TL some SEED 20th book stuff and this is just the first thing I got done, more should be on the way from this soon!

was playing resident evil 4 and,, the merchant is purple and sells you stuff and hides his face,,, ravio is purple and sells you stuff and hides his face,,, so obviously i drew this

shrimp!!

shrimps are cool but i am not a shrimp. when i shrimp over the table for too long, my back starts to hurt. i stand up on my human legs and stretch my human body every hour. sometimes i wish i was a shrimp.

just a little Funger comic. cahara and d'arce briefly discuss their special someones.

p.s. help me get to grad school: https://ko-fi.com/sunnyshea

galley-la's silliest rabbit ( available as a high res print here ! )

the first time I came here it was hailing hard, like meteors, or dead buzzards tumbling from the wires between telephone-poles. this trivial place at the edge of suburbia-- this is where people come to find meaning. I can sense God here. I know it simply because they know it. Collective consciousness at the Dunwoody Hobby Lobby. It's either turning on my heel, or it's joining the mob, getting out the trusty pitchfork.

what if... godhood ascended mass grave, but smol

I can just imagine that quackity’s shears are like Dr. Trager’s from Outlast