I'm really feelin' it

[memeartificer]

Said During D&D Starter Meme

Wine isn’t flammable enough. You need vodka or something.

Am I allowed to dance on her grave?

Look, I’m all for destroying things, but…

Are you still on the ceiling?

Are you /more/ or /less/ undead than [name]?

If you’re still alive by then, go ahead.

I will explain nothing. You must discover.

I know it was rude, okay?

I’m not happy about this, okay? I don’t like hurting people!

How many miles per hour is that?

There’s blood everywhere!

What’s a good song for this situation?

Will you seek revenge?

This is a family-friendly establishment, sir.

This is the third time you’ve run away over the course of this fight, if you’re keeping track.

That doesn’t count as a costume, it’s just a hat.

He’s all talk. He’s never actually killed you.

Wait, do you not have any money?

Well, maybe the demon has devoured multiple people.

He is not a scaredy cat.

None of us came here to fight a vampire.

What happened? Where are you?

Who did she get murdered by?

The vampire killed her, but not with his mouth.

You killed her! You set the fire she died in!

Doesn’t he know that tweets can be 140 characters?

Are there any other figures of authority?

This entire town wants to kill me, so I owe them nothing.

Wolves aren’t necessarily considered townsfolk. Can they vote?

Who do you report to?

These people don’t like us.

I don’t know what we can even do to help them.

That’s not my name and you know it.

This is by far the worst contract I have ever been on.

Now everybody wants to steal!

I’m not a thief, I’m a lady. And an arsonist.

It’s a bonfire.

Is the frog a good guy or a bad guy?

I feel like we’ve accomplished nothing.

[mellifexfarm]

decadent

[pularia]

paint him

[rccster-blog]

dixperse:

❝I didn’t come from a wealthy family.  ❞

He replies softly to them, shifting more as he watches the way they put away their baby chick with careful hands & an even more careful speed that’s almost endearing & sweet to watch. ( if he had a mouth, he would most definitely be smiling now.) Then his attention turns back just as they make small but subtle eye contact for only a second.

❝ I came from a family of cooks, who took me in from off their doorstep where I showed  up one rainy night. The memory is hazy but they saw me just laying there and at first didn’t know  what to do, so they took me in, and nursed me up. 

 When I came to, I couldn’t tell them anything, and didn’t  exactly have much memory or anything at all really so.. they decided to take me in. I’ve got a good mom and a great dad, and three wonderful loving sisters who I heh, love half to death. And whenever I think of them now, I just get really sad…❞

At the end of it, his body lurches, shoulders coming down in a short drag as he hangs his  head, stilled with the solemn glow in his eyes, only this time it’s glowed deeper. & he sighs.

❝They probably don’t even know what’s happened  to me. Or if they do, are worried sick. I can’t imagine what they’re going through right now, I’ve tried, but thinking about it makes me sick. Sometimes I think they’re just sitting in denial over me, or sometimes I just think they haven’t and that’s the worst one to think about. But I think the more worst feeling in the world is them never knowing at all or just plain forgetting me like somebody else I know.. It’s not a nice thought.❞

He listens in intently to their spiel, mostly keeping silent and occasionally looking off into the distance as he hears them out about their story. So it would  seem that the wealthy attire of their dress wear was just what it was-- a mighty fine piece of fashion.

Rooster isn’t one for judging a man based off looks or as most of the young ones used for terms in  the layaway days; popularity, but more on   how they precariously carry themselves in a  metaphysical sense. There were ones who typically dress the same way they presented their personalities and Rooster is no strangers to the lookers.  

Businessmen of any stature that he’s ever  had the pleasure of communing with within  the hours have all shown him a variety of things he normally doesn’t pay much  attention to in people. And it’s certainly shown  through; quite brightly in others.

This however was different, much much more different than anything he’s ever had  to chance to face before. But it comes as a short sign of relief knowing his first impression of the young specter was wrong. 

“ Ah, I see.” He says, pushing his  hands in his lap. “could’ve fooled me with the fancy suit of yours, the fabric and trim of it just reminded me of all  dem’ other business folk I make run ins with from time to time in between deliveries. Most of them are pretty well off, but I can 

say now that isn’t the case for all. “ He shifts some, stirring a look of  irritation in his assumption.

“M’sorry for the assumption however. sometimes I just never know when to not generalize the same things. can be hard  to break out the habit. But um, about  your family though, that’s sound like  a pretty rough time. I can’t imagine  what kinda grief they feel for their kid. That’s always such a hard pill to swallow, even with most people.  But I don’t reckon they just up and forget ya would they? they just don’t seem right.” 

[rccster-blog]

dixperse:

❝No it’s okay, it’s not like you’re trying to actively pry into anything at all. ❞

he says, quite calmly & at ease with their response. For some reason, he had it in him to believe they were never going to say anything about it. & the question  along with its overwhelming surge of anticipation for  it would have come to stand still had Lewis not said anything. It feels good to be wrong about something for once. Something that’s in his control at the very least anyway. He tilts his head towards them, hollow eyes lit with solemn tired glow.

❝ I don’t blame you it’s usually what most people think when they see me like this. Well… if I let them that is.  Most don’t even have the chance, considering my  little”friends” do most of the work for me when we lived in the mansion before all of this.  ❞

& he remembers, quite clearly everything before that. Everything before all of this as if it were presented at him like a video tape on repeat, all the little pieces & memories he sought out and put away into the folds of his golden locket, there to stay until the right time, just the right moment… He pats a space near him, just to hint to them it’s okay to sit, & turns his head to look overhead as they gaze  upon the night sky. The drift in the wind catching the glow & wisp of his hair as it flickers & twists with the wind.

❝ It’s okay to be curious, I can talk about it.❞

He watches the taller specter for a moment, almost uncertain of whether he should take them up on their offer. It seemed genuine and kind of them to offer up something as  giving them a much more closer space next to them. But as again he is wary, and wariness of the man seemed to provoke a sense of anxious caution in him not to. It’s not that doesn’t want to,he’s just unsure is all. 

But this ghost ain’t never done nothing to him yet, and he should be glad for this fact indeed. so what he does first, is look them on for a moment, glancing to the spot they pat at and back to them before looking down to his chick- lil sunny, who limps over absently in slumber. Moving would require moving sunny first. So he takes that initiated step to let a hand down to catch them in his palm before lifting them carefully and gradually to the opening in his hat atop his head. He hopes that’s enough to not wake them, as he scoots himself over toward the purple haunt and sits.With little space in-between them it seemed cramped, but he doesn’t mind all too much. So long as they don’t make any sudden movements, things should be okay.

“ Well if you insist..”

He says, with little uncertainty churning at the drawl in his words. He shifts more before dragging his attention towards them.

“ What’s all this about a mansion? Did where you used to live be a well rich neighborhood or something? Wealthy family? That seems interesting...”

[rccster-blog]

dixperse:

x| @rccster

He looks to them, only shifting by just a little. but it’s enough to catch a glimpse of their obvious tension between himself & the man who cowers like a spooked bird the likes of which  a bellowing horn could only demonstrate. It  makes him feel sad, because he doesn’t want  to scare this poor man. No that’s not his goal. he  has other things to worry about than some man  of country tongue & poultry riding around in a 18- wheeler with a chick under his wing and nothing  more. No he doesn’t really have the time to worry  about all of that. But given how he’s stuck within  this situation here, it would seem he really doesn’t have a choice, but to watch them quiver and stumble over their words as they ask him  what he means.

❝You understand.  ❞ He says in a tired voice, less thundering with volume & quieted with a drawl of a small yawn pulling out breathy & slow, like he’s actually sleepy.

❝Don’t think I don’t see how you look at me. I can tell, you wanna ask how I got to be this way.. right? Because you’re curious about it. No?  ❞

He shifts uncomfortably by the large specter beside him. It should go without saying that his temperate effect on the  poor man was enough to cause nearly a small heart attack; even with so much as a booming word etched from across  invisible vocals, the likes of which Rooster himself  could not  fathom how the makings of that sound could  verbalize

Even as he fumbles over his words ( a common thing he does when put through quite the fright) and hold his darling shivering chick in his palms, he stops himself from putting up a front, and give the ghost his attention.

“ O-Oh... y- ya mean about your ghostly condition? Aw well shucks, I wasn’t gonna ask ya about it. I-I figure since it  didn’t seem like it was in my right to,or even just for curiosity’s sake to ask, that we could’ve just left it all alone and never say anything about it.”

He pipes up, the brunched up top of his hat is straightened out  once lil’ sunny is put to rest in his lap, and he adjusts it with his hands before putting back on top of his head neatly.

“ But now that you bring it up.. well can you blame a curious man?”

[rccster-blog]

“ You want to ask, so ask. ”

From the sound of the booming voice, the poor man nearly jumps out of his skin. Sunny peeps a head out from under his cap as he better adjusts himself. He still isn’t used to that voice, even after all this time, it still spooks him to hell and back. Shameful, he’s got to get better at that. 

“A-Ask what?” He says, titling his head back to get a good look at the ghost in front of him. “ I’m-- I say I’m afraid I don’t quite understand the question here.”

[chickenliz]

The Dot in all her majestic glory. 

[dorklyevil-deactivated20250913]

AY E coloring a few of the pages nowwwww

(here enjoy sum a n g e r y lewis)

//andtysmforthosewhosupportthis

[nihtwulf]

WESTWORLD SENTENCE MEME

“ Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. ”

“ Evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool: the mistake. ”

“ What is your itinerary? ”

“ And what do you want to say to your maker? ”

“ You don’t know where you are, do you? ”

“ You’re in a prison of your own sins. ”

“ You want to ask, so ask. ”

“ Are you real? ”

“ You can’t play God without being acquainted with the devil. ”

“ I know how that head of yours works. ”

“ We practice witchcraft. We speak the right words. Then we create life itself out of chaos. ”

“ He would have us burned at the stake. ”

“ That woman in charge is quite formidable. ”

“ You can just say ‘bitch.’ I hear it enough. ”

“ You’ve died at least a thousand times. ”

“  Maybe someday soon we’ll have the life we’ve both been dreaming of. ”

“ Has it never occurred to you to run off with her? ”

“ Everyone I cared about is gone and it hurts so badly. ”

“ The pain, their loss it’s all I have left of them. ”

“ I can feel spaces opening up inside of me, like a building with rooms I’ve never explored. ”

“ I may be losing my mind. ”

“ I think I want to be free. ”

“ You sound like a man who’s grown tired of wearing his guts on the inside. ”

“ I believe that only the truly brave can look at the world and understand that all of it gods, men, everything else will end badly. No one will be saved. ”

“ Maybe we’ve got more in common than I thought. ”

“ I imagined a story where I didn’t have to be the damsel. ”

“ Never start something you’re not willing to finish. “

“ If you’re getting fucked either way, go with the lucrative version…sweetheart. ”

“ I’ve been pretending my whole life. Pretending I don’t mind, pretending I belong. ”

“ All my life, I’ve prided myself on being a survivor. ”

“ It’d be a suicide mission. ”

“ At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized you’re just men. ”

“ You think I’m scared of death? I’ve done it a million times. I’m fucking great at it. ”

“ How many times have you died? Because if you don’t help me, I’ll kill you. ”

“ It’s the human beings who confuse me. ”

“ You’re a fucking monster. ”

“ Time to write my own fucking story. ”

“ At any point, I could blow up or collapse like some dark star or… ”

“ Did you hurt them, too? ”

“ You both keep assuming that I want out. ”

“ If it’s such a wonderful place out there, why are you all clamoring to get in here? ”

“ People like you keep spreading over this world like a stain! ”

“ You pretend to be this weak, moralizing little asshole, but, really, you’re a fucking piece of work. “

“ You helped me find myself. “

“ About time you realized the futility of your situation. “

“ I’m not crying for myself. I’m crying for you. “

“ Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Just look at what it’s done to you. “

“ The gods are pussies. “

“ You needed time. Time to understand your enemy. To become stronger than them. “

“ I’m afraid in order to escape this place, you will need to suffer more. “

[chickenfluffbutts]

[venevee]

Cyclone and Aros, my Golden Neck d'Uccle rooster and Porcelain d'Uccle. They have a bromance, and free range together away from the flock everyday.

[rccster-blog]

>;3c

[fxgue]

[rccster-blog]

“Keep it together Gang, 

                       We’ve got this.”

                                               (Art cred)

[chckns]

You think your boot will stop me?! I’ll just walk right over you! #onamission #getoutofmyway

[dixperse]

Slowing to a point in front of them, he can already note the suspicions of his first fears coming to light. they’re a afraid of him, & frankly rightfully so. Even as he tries to present himself into a more positive and less  detrimental light, it doesn’t appeared to be doing them any favors however. Quiet as he dwells closer, there leaves a berth of space between just as he’s close  enough to get a better look.  feet connecting with the floor,as he stares them  a look only as blank as a black hole could counter with the same effect. 

“ That truck is yours correct..?”

An oddly curious looking man, short and chubby, the classic trucker hat bent between fingers. If Lewis didn’t know any better, he’d say they’d match the description of any driver of heavy cargo anywhere, and that’s sets hope for him in some way. Little;  but there & continues to look them over, from attire to hair.

As obvious as the questions rings, there’s nobody more qualified than the man  cowering before him here, the only soul here. & so he tilts his head with a forward glance back to the newly reconstructed vehicle before turning back.

“ If so, I’m gonna need some assistance”

[rccster-blog]

Embracing for the worst, his stumble ends with his back pushing against the grass uneven. A surge a pain entering his side when it happens and poor lil’ sunny shooting up with wings flapping from his grasp. Dang it, it needs to be more careful, but it’s hard to when there’s something provoking a nervous breakdown simply by walking in front of you menacingly. It made no different to Rooster whether they were walking or floating, the sheer height of and  fiery demeanor  of them very being was enough to make them shit bricks. 

Good lord, if their stare didn’t do them in, his fair attack upon his heart would, if he didn’t calm down. But they stop just as he grabs enough breath, a hand clutching the pocket of his jacket with lil sunny shivering atop his head. If ears weren’t so deceiving, he could’ve sworn he heard booming voice  somewhere.. could just be his imagination and maybe it’s just the wind, but as he listens in closer.....

 That’s a voice talking, a voice coming off that ghost. It’s talking to him. “ What in blazes, I- yeah, that’s my truck... the one you just up and redecorated,that’s mine.” He nods just to be sure, an uneasy glance around to it and back tot the ghost.

“ Uh.. assistance with what?”

[diiscotechjuliet]

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it tore apart the canyon running down your femur, i thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer

[bogmiire]

so after like a year and a half of not posting art i thought id take another shot at it hAHA