wip kipperlilly demon design from my self-indulgent ao3 work here:
+ alive klck sketch
also self-indulgent buddy dawn head
people are starting to sympathise with the rat grinders now because they ARE the underdogs. they're outmatched by far and even if they're the villains people want to root for an underdog. they're weak because they were given the cheat codes and never learned anything because why would they?
im not sorry this is how the fandom should be
I’m guessing I’m gonna get hate for the meme but whatever It’s worth it
-mod purple
adaine's an oracle so either she foresaw fabian getting her an EARWORM and decided to do revenge OR she rigged drawing straws to get a closed loop with fabian because she doesn't have 2gps to spare on a gift and fabian has no concept of how much things cost.
FABIAN AND ADAINE ARE SO BAD AT GIFTGIVING. WHAT THE HELL WERE BOTH OF THOSE
ANYWAYs PLAY THE HEY GIRLIE GAME IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD
we're really going to get a moment of truth next episode because when freshman year kristen died she went to heaven, but daybreak went to hell. freshman year kristen's only problem was trying to convert people, she was never bigoted or hurt anyone so of course she'd get into heaven. daybreak was a hardcore believer in helio but he was a bigot and a part of a cult plot to bring about the apocalypse, so of course he went to hell.
buddy has had some moments that make him seem evil/bigoted and if he was involved knowingly in the rat grinders plot then he'd be going to hell. helio might suck but he doesn't get to bring whoever he wants into heaven and even if he did he wouldn't bring buddy if he'd been plotting to revive ankarna. but if buddy is actually a good kid? if he had the same beliefs as freshman year kristen, if he thought helio loved everyone and didn't think religion was the basis of morality?
you are cassandra. in the middle of being possessed by the spirit of your vengeful, undead domain and feeling the world split apart with the festering carcass of your ex-lover being restored to grandeur only so she can be devoured completely, someone familiar approaches from the deck of a flying ship in active battle. your vision is warped, you're barely conscious, you don't know how it's possible that you're still alive, the figure blurs further and splits in two. one calls out to you, the same voice that has been reaching out for you all along, the same voice that called out your name the very first time and brought you to life. you ignore her. the other - clothes a little tighter, some subtle makeup, a pair of bicycle shorts patterned with a flag not known to this world. she opens her mouth - her teeth are horrible. 'blimey', she says, and you feel again. you feel something that crushes against your bones and shocks still your rotten heart. something cuts itself loose from your chest and escapes with a virulent tear of pain through your throat. lightning, bright and sharp, gushes from your screaming maw to its true purpose, and then she's gone. it's over. 'blimey', it whispers into the ethos, a memory as much as a promise to the tragedy of a dying star that may die forever. but you feel something else, you remember something or perhaps you are only now recognising it that nothing can be done. something else that lived in that void of space, you think. nothing more than a collection of cells yet, and still the weight pushes you to your knees. two lines on a stick, you reason, perhaps not even a choice to be made at all. surely not a life to be lived, you tell yourself as the memory of possibility dissolves and the void envelops the very space that baby might have occupied.
'blimey', the whispers consume what's left of your aching heart. 'blimey', you echo.
I have to go with all the sculptors' and vase painters' fave, Dionysus. I kinda love that guy, but who is your favorite? Did I miss them? Is it Vesta? Tell me in the tags who it is, and I'm sorry I couldn't fit everyone in.
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printable flyers (eng+ es) + vet
now listen. i have absolutely no basis for this. but i want him to date ragh.
anarchist AND athletic? 👏is👏he👏single👏
MORE. REGULUS. APPRECIATION.
Regulus: Hey guys welcome back to my YouTube channel. If you’re new here, my name is Regulus, like the star. If you call me Reg or Reggie, I will hit you with an unforgivable. Just kidding. Mostly. Anyways, today I have my godnephew here with me! Say hi
Harry: Hey
Regulus: So Harry goes to Hogwarts. I used to go there. Lots of fun memories. I even got a tattoo at school. Sirius made me get it removed but I’m over it. Anyways, we’re gonna rate Harry’s teachers. Go ahead Harry
Harry: First off we have Professor Snape
Regulus (choking on his water): We have WHO? Snape as in Severus Snape? Hogwarts let him be a teacher? Oh God. Ugh he was so creepy when we were in school. Always sticking his big nose in other peoples business. He even tried to expose Remus for being a (BLEEP). Oh wait, that was a secret. I’ll just edit it out. Next?
Harry: Headmaster Dumbledore?
Regulus: Ugh 0/10. He pretends to be nice but that man is always scheming. He gives special treatment to the lions of course. And his robes? Could you get any more tacky? It’s like he’s screaming for attention. Next!
Harry: Umbridge?
Regulus: Did you just pick out people you know I hate?
Harry (hiding the list of names): No
Regulus: Ok that’s enough for today! Thanks Harry! Tune in next week where Harry and I’ll be putting a muggle product called “hair remover” in Sirius’ shampoo.