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TheMockingCrows · Jun 8, 2021 at 12:45 AM

the cat's p chill, but the dog has Murder in him. baby' first anime art lm f a o.

TheMockingCrows · Jul 6, 2021 at 12:28 PM

Acey · Jul 6, 2021 at 12:29 PM

that is some very sexy perspective work right there!!

TheMockingCrows · Jul 11, 2021 at 12:45 PM

whore (affectionate)

ChelG · Jul 13, 2021 at 6:22 PM

Bit of writing I wanna use for something - an AU of Prospit and Derse of warring dystopias, formatted a bit like that one Sandman issue. Busy thinking up more contrasting horriblenesses to happen in them.

The burning sun, the moons of pink and green, and below them the nations of Prospit and Derse; great masses of land, gold and purple, twisted teardrops hooked one to the other and separated by the narrowest of ocean channels and millennia of war. The tempests rage along the coasts, and the clouds and the lands turn in their endless dancing spirals. Noontide City, in sandstone and clay of yellow and white, simple and smooth in shape, decorated more than enough by the blossoming vines crawling up every wall. The roads are beaten earth, sprouting more grass every day, turning yellow in the baking sun. The people smile and laugh as they go about their work, as merry as the day is long - and oh, the days in Prospit are long and long indeed. Midnight City, in basalt and agate of purple and black, not a leaf to be seen, ornately carved and trimmed in amethyst and jet. The roads are paved and polished, tidy slabs scrubbed clean. The people diligently focus on their work, their focus intense, their eyes and thoughts only on what they do, that they might do it well and finish it before the long nights come.

Watch them. You can see it...

Prospit bustles most in the night. The sun beats down so hard a being will crumble under its weight, and the clouds provide not half enough cover; under direct light at noon, bare skin will blister, then boil away. All that can take the sun is the plant life and the already dead, and in the heat and damp they grow and grow. Everyone sleeps with windows tightly covered by layers of cloth nailed to the frames, no matter the heat. In the worst times, with a summer rain, green growth cut back to ground can creep in through cracks and fill a cottage overday, or fungal spores can form wet festering growth on every piece of bare wood, and that would be a mercy for then the kingdom's many predators would be slowed down on their way in. Derse stirs most in the day. The ever-thickening layer of smoggy cloud blocks the sun, leaves the inhabitants sickly-skinned. The winds blow cold, and even the rain is salt and soot and acid. The soil is volcanic, but near-useless. It once was fertile, as the great coal and oil deposits show, but not for many centuries has the land birthed much more than stone. The people scratch out a living from scrubby plants in stony soil, and gather closely together in their homes for warmth, burning dried dung in place of wood. Predators roam here too. The people, desperate, eat them, and wear their skins, and block the cracks in their walls with their fur, to keep the whispering of what else lurks in the night away.

Reach out. You can feel it...

The last child of the last jadeblood line in Midnight City lies awake and listens to her mother weep. No one else born to the task is left to nurse the city's Mother Grub with them. Carapace pawns do what they can, but they are born near-fully-formed; they have no natural urge for childcare, no in-built knowledge of the task. The Grub lays fewer and fewer eggs, smaller ones, and the drones grow more aggressive. Out in the countryside, the Mother Grubs are dying one by one. Trolls are the warriors of Skaia. With so few born, what will they do? She dreams of Prospit outbreeding them, the city overrun.

At dusk the jadeblood grubherds of Noontide City urge their charges out in a flood that packs the streets from side to side. The grass has grown through the trodden earth since yesternight, watered by the humid air, and the grubs mow it down to nothing. They suck dew from stones and moss from walls, and gobble down the foot-long worms and slugs and centipedes and the fist-sized spiders and the nests of rats and mice from every crack and crevice. They swarm the bigger beasts, stray cats and dogs with festering wounds, and in turn the beasts devour or kill many of them. The grubs turn on their own wounded brethren, or those addled by the toxic weeds and mushrooms they have found, and consume them too. The grubherds let it happen. The weakest ones die first.

Listen. Closer. You can hear them...

And the screams sound exactly the same.
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Jean · Aug 6, 2021 at 6:30 AM

@theprettiestboy and i painted the lace panels to go over the mesh on my shoes for this wedding - I'm maid of honor! - and now im finally glueing them on.

Jean · Aug 6, 2021 at 6:32 AM

Waiting for sone of the glue to dry before I can do more, and then I'll trim the edges and glue them to make sure they don't fray.

ChelG · Aug 6, 2021 at 6:58 AM

Oh, wow! Nice work.

Acey · Aug 6, 2021 at 8:57 AM

That’s cool as hell @Jean, amazing work!

ChelG · Aug 6, 2021 at 7:11 PM

Struggling with the Strilonde family tree for an AU. Got several possible options...

Already have a Prospit one...

With story spoilers in it.

Acey · Aug 7, 2021 at 5:58 PM

The Owl House good

ChelG · Aug 17, 2021 at 8:53 PM

Set up blog for AU brainstorming. Has a fic recs page!

TheMockingCrows · Sep 9, 2021 at 7:05 PM

been a while since i did my last clutterbitch witch drawing, it was Time.

ChelG · Sep 9, 2021 at 7:49 PM

Oh, wow, that would make a great colouring book page!

Nobody's Home · Sep 15, 2021

Eta

TheMockingCrows · Sep 16, 2021 at 8:10 PM

Deku Has Two Hands-

TheMockingCrows · Sep 20, 2021 at 9:57 AM

big halloween pic plan

TheMockingCrows · Sep 20, 2021 at 3:41 PM

my hand hurts ._.

TheMockingCrows · Sep 24, 2021 at 10:47 PM

three musketeers

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