fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.

A sketch from yesterday, plus today’s sketches and notes to myself, all done while waiting for classes to start. I’m trying to figure out the head structure for how I imagine Nick’s Malachai form. I’m not exactly like McQueen’s probably typical target audience. When I see the minimal descriptions of what is supposed to be a terrifyingly powerful monster, I don’t imagine a humanoid with armor and wings. I imagine a monstrous, animal-like beast with wings and armor.

Here’s the big ol’ yawn isolated.

He's a star

Nira, Nira I love you (platonic)

I desperately need people to talk to about Sherrilyn Kenyon so if y’all want to you can come over to the discord I just made its still very much a work in progress but hopefully we can have fun with it

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

fuckin BONKING my head against you like a cat what about THAT

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

WHAT THE FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE WHY DID SOMEONE REBLOG THIS

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

🏔✨️Mythological ✨️🏔

As long as we're talking about weird sibling texts y'all gotta see this completely unprompted banger my sister sent me the other day.

She didn't even tell me where she got it.

SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING DOLLARS??????

loo lbr thats just how groceries are these days

I fucking hate inflation we can't even have canned tuna in this hell world!!!

So I looked up reviews of this specific tuna and I have several things to report:

1) Apparently it really is just that fucking good.

2) There's an artisan version they sell made with tuna belly which is reportedly phenomenal and despite the $21 price tag I genuinely want to try it.

3) The youtubers who review canned fish are simultaneously the weirdest and most boring people who have ever lived and I'm completely obsessed with them.

Pfft, don't threaten me with a good time.

Fuck it, 10k notes and I buy the $7 tuna and try it on stream. 50k and I'll get the expensive stuff too. Have fun <3

986 notes we can do this! OP deserves good tuna

I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.

“You tried to kill me!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about? I’ve been doing my best to help you.”

“You threw a knife at me!”

“Yeah! And you’ve been using it to defend yourself!”

“I had to pull the thing out of my goddamn stomach!”

“Then work on your hand-eye coordination or something! Not my fault that you can’t catch shit!”

“… IT WAS A FUCKING KNIFE!!!”

12 indie game

game: Hades

she let me hit it cause her whole existence is flawed

i get her closer to god 😏

this is so funny

listen to Nine Inch Nails dude. it'll blow your cottagecore-ass mind

So... I am curious

Please reblog so others can answer

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You’re not sure what to do, this… entity shouldn’t have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

It’s not as exciting as it sounds, working at the pearly gates.

Sure, it’s satisfying to send the hypocrites and the assholes to hell. And it’s nice to see the ones who thought they were beyond redemption walk through into paradise.

So yeah, it has its perks. But not exciting. I mean, after the first million souls or so they all blur together, you know? You never get anything new. Animals all get sent right on through automatically and there’s nothing other then humans in our jurisdiction. Oh sure, there’s life other then humans. But that’s no my department.

I keep tads on humans on my lunch breaks. You’re a damn fascinating species, better then anything your “television” puts out. Although The Good Place was a little too relatable, I’ll give you guys that.

Anyway, one of my favorite things you guys came up with was the Space Race. I mean, what a nail biter! And it was so tense up until the end. Pity about those Apollo one guys, though. But I heard they got a kick out of watching the moon landing when it did happen.

Course, that sorta died down after a decade or so. Don’t know why you guys quit going to the moon.

And then you decided Mars was the place to be and started sending out all those rovers of yours. Not nearly as exiting as going yourselves, but as you all like to say, baby steps.

The rovers were surprisingly fun to watch. For mindless robots, they’ve got a lot of spunk. So I’d check in every once in while, but mostly I watched Earth. You guys had figured out how to work memes and it was a very amusing thing.

I was half way through a shift when it go here. I have no idea why none of the others I processed mentioned the thing, but death is confusing enough I guess.

It shouldn’t have been there. I want to make that clear, by no law of the universe should that thing have had a soul. You humans are where closer to making actual AI then you are sprouting wings. And you never even tried with this! Its job was to collect rocks!

And yet there is was, beeping up at me.

It didn’t look like a human soul. Or any other form of life that I had ever seen. It wasn’t damaged at all, or even afraid. That was the weirdest thing. You humans are always scared shitless by the time I see you. But this thing wasn’t. Even a little. It was just… curious. Like that’s all I could feel from it. Pure wonder.

I blinked a bit before flipping through my files, seeing if it was a new species or something. I found nothing, of course. Those idiots over in records never give us anything useful.

So I did the only thing I could do. I asked its name.

Now, you humans have come up with so many ways to say the same thing that I’ve had to learn a lot of languages to keep up. The newest was binary, which I never expected to actually need.

It came in handy, since that’s what the thing answered back in.

01001111 01110000 01110000 01101111 01110010 01110100 01110101 01101110 01101001 01110100 01111001

Opportunity.

I remembered that name. It had popped up in new reports regarding a Mars rover that went out of commission, sending the final message “my battery is low and its getting dark.” before dying.

Humanity had cried over it for a solid couple of days. You guys really like personifying objects.

But I had dismissed it as just that. But here it was. Waiting patiently for me to send it On.

I could just opened the gates and sent it through and put from my mind. Make the thing some else’s problem.

I didn’t.

I stood, crossed in front of my desk, and put out my hand to touch the strange soul.

Opportunity didn’t feel human. Nor animal. It felt…. simple. Calm.

I could feel an awearness of the love its chief engineer had felt for it. The pang of missing the workshop back on Earth where it had been built, during long nights on Mars.

It had dreamed. Dreamed of humans making it to Mars and finding it. Of it’s engineer taking it home and repairing it. Dreamed of exploring Earth as it had Mars.

I could purpose, and curiosity in its mission. Lonely as it was, it never doubted its purpose or resented its lot in life. It got to learn, and to see what had never been seen. What more could it ask for?

I could feel one tiny spec of fear. Near the end of its life, it realized it would never go home. Never see Earth or its engineer again. That it would die alone on Mars.

And like all things with a soul it did not want to die. It cried and mourned and begged to live. It was alive! It had a home and it wanted to go home! So badly did it want to go home.

But there was nothing to do, of course. Even its engineer, whom it loved so dearly, couldn’t reach Mars and bring Opportunity home.

It had watched one last sunset, and sent one last message.

A goodbye. And a plea to be mourned, if it could not be saved.

I withdrew my hand and looked over the soul. It looked up at me.

For the ones that I send upstairs, I take the form of whoever loved them most in life. I guess in that moment, I was in the form of an engineer at NASA. Opportunity seemed delighted to see me.

“Welcome home,” I gestured to the gates that swung slowly open behind me. “I missed you.”

It beeped out a single phase, 01001001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111

I missed you too.

Before going forth, to explore the next life.

@marcholasmoth

I am crying at work over an opportunity robot fanfiction. Humans are incredible.

Repostober of the Hades fan art I’ve done in the past. The Zagreus drawing is still one of my favorites, I learned a lot in that piece and love the way it turned out.

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Reblog to bap the person you reblogged from with your paws

This post is funny because every day for the past year I get at least a few back and forth tag chains in my notifs that are people roleplaying elaborate paw based battles and you can tell that 90 percent of the time it is thinly veiled flirting.