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Three figures, each surrounded by a hinged frame. The leftmost orange haired figure covers her ear and clenches her eyes closed, leaning back into the frame. The center white figure grips the edge of the frame, looking at her while his body faces the rightmost teal figure. This character leans out of the frame, one hand over his mouth as the other slides a cutting tool across towards the rightmost character.

No Evil
#ocs #animusstellerum

Dynamics go absolutely insane when u add the hey . Ur dad paid more attention to me than u after the loss of ur brother, not a flavor I see very often

THEYRE RIGHT IN MY PIGEONHOLE , I’ve got some 100k+fics in my tabs fn

So, . I ship it,

A horned lion bites into a figures shoulder, holding him by the other

Lust is another word for hunger
#dungeonmeshi

tsuruusa. tsurumi’s fully dressed & lifting usami against his lap, who is naked except for his uniform jacket

good morning

Ouuuuuu the difference in their undress - n the pose goes crazy

I like him

brooooo cute af top

depths

cut the sweet apple hanazawa hiro/ogata tome fic graphic

in honour of 0.2 seconds of tome in the new ep and bc i apparently never posted this here: the hirotome fic i wrote ages ago!
archiveofourown.org/works/533052...

Bro ur comps always

I am my own ghost

monsters are fun to do!!

See the full and vote for next month 🦁

t.co/aWUs3R5nba

A horned lion bites into a figures shoulder, holding him by the other

Lust is another word for hunger
#dungeonmeshi

Do it you has a whole verse goin on that would be nice to have it’s own little domain

requiem for vanished birdsong

Maddoc sits in a humble living room, taking up most of one sofa, across from an older woman sitting in the other one. A bouquet of flowers is on a coffee table between them along with a box of tissues, one of which the woman holds. Her shoulders are slumped and she is gazing down, her thin, straight hair falling over her shoulders and face. Another framed photo behind her shows a man in a graduation gown and cap. The woman - Mrs Lancaster - starts to speak, her expression numb. “This was his worst nightmare. He never even had a girlfriend longer than a year. He was terrified of passing it on, even by accident. Used to wake up screaming when he was a kid. [Quote] I bit them! I bit them!” As she talks, Ashley, wearing a matching suit, glances over at one of the framed photos on the mantle. It shows the woman wearing a sunhat and holding up a prize ribbon, beaming as she poses for the photo with her adult son, who smiles nervously and holds up a watering can. “Didn’t matter that he hadn’t changed like that since he was still in preschool… he always said, Mom, what if it stops working? What if one day, I just can’t control it?” Ashley recalls the look of agony on the infected werewolf son’s face after Ashley had been forced to kill him, contrasted with the happy, less gaunt face of the son in the photo. Mrs. Lancaster: “I told him he was being silly.” Ashley looks away. She goes on. “How could something like this even happen…? He was taking those awful drinks of yours nearly every damn day, on top of the dampener…”

Maddoc looks almost unrecognisable with a clean shaven face, his normally shaggy hair slicked back, dressed in a plain black business suit and tie - though he retains his ear piercings. He gestures with a level expression. “By our current understanding, the infection bypasses all dampeners, tonics, and even tattoos. There was nothing else your son could have done. It wasn’t his fault.” His last statement doesn’t comfort Mrs Lancaster, instead making her angry, and she tenses up before lashing out to yell “No, it wasn’t his fault, it was yours!” She continues to shout, upset, washed in light from the window while Ashley’s face is cast in shadow sitting opposite from her. He keeps his eyes down and his expression stony. Mrs. Lancaster: “You’ve been promising a cure for as long as we’ve been paying your damn dues! I don’t care about any pension or funeral costs - I want my son back! You people were supposed to protect him! All you keep saying is Oh, we’re getting closer, we’re getting closer- well where the hell is it? Haven’t you had fifty years!?” Ashley’s eyes sharpen as she adds, “My son is dead because you people don’t care enough to do your damn job-!” Maddoc raises a hand to attempt to intervene, starting to say “Ma’am,” but Ashley attracts Mrs. Lancaster’s attention by saying “You’re right.”

A tight closeup on Ashley, face in shadow, his expression artificially neutral. “We’re not doing enough. We can’t do enough. The tiniest bite is contagious and the mortality rate is 100%. It kills mundane hosts too quickly to get anywhere in lab settings. That means gathering research or running trials in the field, which is dangerous, and worse, agonisingly slow. But…” He glances at Maddoc pointedly. Maddoc can only look back at him with quiet confusion but says nothing. Ashley returns his attention to Mrs. Lancaster. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but we are close. Closer than we’ve ever been. For the first time, a vaccine candidate has been shown to have an actual effect against the infection. I was there. I saw it. And I was there with your son, too. In his last moments, he…” Ashley clenches his fist with downcast eyes. “He pulled himself back from biting. He made sure nobody else got infected that night. It took phenomenal strength, and it saved lives.” As he speaks, Mrs. Lancaster listens, her expression softening back to sadness. Ashley: “I know we were too late to save your son, and for that, I have no excuse. But if you agree to grant us custodianship of your son after his funeral, he can help us save even more lives, and make sure this never happens to anyone else’s children, ever again.” Mrs. Lancaster turns away, sniffing back a tear. After a moment she replies, “Do what you like. That thing you brought back’s not my son any more, anyway.” Ashley keeps his gaze down.

A transitional panel shows gnarled tree branches bare of leaves as Ashley says “Thank you, Ms. Lancaster.” The two brothers sit in Maddoc’s truck. Ashley is still wearing his black suit but Maddoc has discarded the jacket and untied his tie. His beard stubble is already starting to peek back out. Maddoc starts the engine and Ashley buckles his seatbelt as they talk. Maddoc: “Was any of that true?” Ashley, neutral: “Infection had cooked the eyes out of his skull, I doubt there was much thinking going on. But we got permission to dissect the body, and Ms. Lancaster got a sense of closure and purpose.” Maddoc watches Ashley wordlessly. Ashley: “Win-win. Right?” He has turned away slightly but his face, reflected in the window, reveals a more conflicted expression than his words would indicate. Maddoc turns his attention back to the road, still saying nothing, but with an uneasy frown. The truck screeches in a tight circle as Maddoc makes an illegal right-hand turn. Ashley: “Woah! Maddoc- geez- what-? I don’t think you can turn here-” Maddoc shifts gears as he talks, ignoring Ashley. “We’re gonna need to dial up our efforts for a while. Don’t wanna give the Wolfe family any more ammo that we’re slacking. That means more numbers out on patrol, every night.” Ashley, bracing against the dashboard: “Okay, yeah, I hear you-” Maddoc interrupts him with a smirk. “So I reckon you need to run a Gauntlet or two, just in case you’ve gone soft.” Ashley pauses before allowing a little smile of his own. “If you wanted to be humiliated, you should’ve just called Chelsea. You’re on.”

Silver & Iron: Part Two
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Thank u for asking 🥺❤️

Cinna is the carrot top, and the one with wings is Avaral! They’re both in the business of unicorn hunting, but Cinna is new to the game, while Avaral is closer to top brass. Nerin put himself in a keep your enemies close as possible predicament, which has Mostly been working out, so far,

Three figures, each surrounded by a hinged frame. The leftmost orange haired figure covers her ear and clenches her eyes closed, leaning back into the frame. The center white figure grips the edge of the frame, looking at her while his body faces the rightmost teal figure. This character leans out of the frame, one hand over his mouth as the other slides a cutting tool across towards the rightmost character.

No Evil
#ocs #animusstellerum

doodle of okuyasu & josuke smooshing faces bc they’re in love

da boys

Thank uuuu,,, I still want to share things But yk

Let’s go back to playing arts and crafts for the love of the game

Thank u salt 🥺 I’m glad you like my stuff and I’m super grateful for everyone that interacts with my work- but I fall into a rsd rut every time I post something that’s Stupid and Unsustainable

❤️ I’m a big baby

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Think I will after the next two queued