#*bird noises*

[goslinggf]

*preens you* *preens you* *preens you* *preens you* *preens you* *preens you* *preens you* *pre

[saikenakoego]

Jet X

I know its nothing new, but I always liked how cool the Sonic X logo looked and wanted to create some icons for other characters.

I think this one turned out pretty well!

Feel free to use it as an icon if you want. Monochrome variants below.

[goooooose-draws]

new icons :<>

[starlitfrenzy]

Doodle of birb boi!!!

[prince-of-night]

You wake up with a cramp twisting your lower abdomen and a headache buzzing in the back of your skull. You’re restless. Your stomach aches and clenches, the muscles of your abdomen pulled taut, and your blood runs hot through your veins. Your mind is hazy. Anxiety creeps around the corners of it, stalking like a hungry wolf, always there, always lurking, even when you pay no mind to it. You do what any adult with a job and a day full of work does. You tell yourself you caught some weird bug and force yourself out of bed. (Or: Dirk goes into heat for the first time, at the ripe old age of 23. Jake helps.)

[petyrbaelished]

You draw so well :) Very beautiful your picture of Petyr! I have mixed feelings about him (I hate he is involved in sex traff but I also can see his flaws and his good side). I hope you feel better soon. I can understand why he is so important for many people. Honestly, complex characters like him help us to grow as a person, to develop our empathy :)

Ahhh this was very unexpected and very kind of you! Thank you so much anon. It’s fantastic to see others who may have a more neutral stance of him appreciate his character nonetheless. It further proves he is a multi-faceted character who affects us all in some way, be it positive or negative. Always the mark of good writing ( on GRRM’s part, at least! ). 

I’ve never called him Littlefinger because truthfully, all I see is Petyr. You’re exactly right ------ He brings out the sincerest empathy in me, as he does the rest of us Baelish loyalists. You seem like a lovely, level-headed individual and I thank you again for your compliments & well wishes! I hope you have a wonderful evening.

[prince-of-night]

Highblood failings more like who thought letting Eridan and Feferi be morails was a good idea

[prince-of-night]

Alright more on the Subnautica au because I’m bored as shit and in an alpha kids mood.

So, basically the thing about Subnautica, if you don’t know it, is that it’s a sci-fi survival game where the corperations of the world has spread to the outer reaches of space. A 10,000 passanger colonizer shuttle (that the player character is on) that was set to make a loop around this one waterworld planet basically gets its engines blown out and crashes into said waterworld planet. Of the crash, there is only one survivor (player character), as the rest of the passengers onboard died from either the crash, the secondary engine explosion, the radiation, and predators. Later on, you learn that the ship you were on didn’t crash from engine failiure, but was instead shot down by an alien gun installed to keep the planet in quarentine, as the previous sentient, highly advanced alien species that inhabited the planet beforehand had genetically crafted a bacterium that had quickly grown out of hand and caused a mass extinction event before they could finalize a cure for it. Your job as a player character is to not only survive out at sea, crafting what you can from the various scraps you can collect from the wreakage, but to disable the weapon and travel deeper and deeper into the depths to find the cure for the plague that is slowly but surely killing almost all life on-planet, including you.

(Of course, this au modifies that a bit; fun though it is to stick Dirk alone in a waterworld with nobody but robots to keep him company, we already have that in-canon.)

Enter Dirk, brilliant mechanic and sibling of a famous movie star who was traveling to the far reaches of the galaxy to try to strike himself a living on his own, out of the shadow that his brother Dave Strider drew before his death. He has no idea what jobs he may find on the outskirts of the Alterra corperation, but he figures that there must be some new colonizers who require a mechanic with a quick mind and a sharp eye for survival who will take him under their wing, and it’s far, far from the crowds and the press back home, far enough from the people who only care about him for his brother can reach.

On board he meets Jake English, a cheerful adventurer from a long line of space voyagers who’s flying out on the last of his family money in hopes that he’ll finally find his place and his birthright amoung the stars and undiscovered floura of newly-charted planets. They run into each other, bond over bagels and arguments about the efficiency of robots in discovering new species, and even though Dirk hasn’t yet indulged in his morning(?) coffee, he can’t help but be hooked by Jake’s cheery, infectious attitude and surprisingly sharp wit, hidden cunningly under his gentleman persona. Eventually, some things lead to another, and Jake introduces Dirk to his ramshackle reasurch team, composed of Jane, one of the heirs to the main Alterra corperations, Roxy, proffesional hacker, scientist, and biologist, and a few other unimportant characters who will ultimatly die in the blast from the crash and the radiation poisoning. Dirk gets absorbed into the group via sheer nerd osmosis, and decides to go along with them to the planet they’re going to scope out, if only to stay with his new-found friends a little while longer.

Of course, such hopeful dreams were never meant to last. The Aurora pulls a slingshot manoeuvre around planet 4546B and gets promptly shut down by the gun. Dirk gets bundled into a life pod and shot off away from the crash before he can catch up with his friends to protect them, managing to land just outside the blast radius when the engines rupture and the resulting radioactive blast decimates any survivors left on-ship or in the lifepods around the ship.

The few days and weeks after that are spent in a haze of fighting for survival and spending all the energy he can spare frantically looking for survivors. There’s enough scrap metal scattered around for him to make entire ships; he repairs his lifepod, makes a new comminications messanger, and crafts a ramshackle submarine out of what he can while the radio spits static. There are some blips on the radar; survivors, people he doesn’t know calling weakly for help, but they are always dead or missing by the time he finds them, killed by the radiation, by poisoned food, by the leviathans that lurk the deeps. Each failed rescue feels like a failiure on his hands. To prevent himself from going crazy, he merges a copy of his conciousness with one of the higher pieces of tech on board. The resulting AI is a sarcastic asshole whose attempts at help are suspect at best. He quickly grows to regret merging a splinter of his conciousness with an almost all-powerful computer.

Eventually, though, one of the sweeping bots comes back with promising news; life readings from a nearby drifting island, life readings that are specifically humanoid in nature. Feverish with excitement and desperate hope, he logs the coordinates for the island into his Seamoth and sets out as fast as he could, and finds Jake huddling in the rotted-out ruins of an old explorer base, shell-shocked and broken from the terror of facing a real adventure in full, without friends or safety net to help him.

(‘Guess I found out where we lost Pa, his guide, and Uncle, all those years ago,’ he says later with a quavering laugh, shoulders trembling violently under the force of his fear. Dirk looks up from the dashboard of his submarine, concentration shot down by worry, and then reluctantly resumes as Jake weakly waves a hand at him and tells him in an unnaturally steady voice to keep watching the water, the Reapers lurk within these depths. 'They went out to explore a planet not from this one and went missing about a thirds of a way from their trip. None of their communications were saved, no trace of them, nothing for us to follow. Well, I sure as hell found them now. They were shot down, just the same as us, and they died down here, just as same as we will if we can’t get ourselves off this dastardly fucking island.’)

With the help from Jake, merging tech dug out of the old Harley base with what they’ve salvaged from the Aurora and the help of another human hand, they manage to update their communications relay into something far more efficient, and pick up on pinging from another lifeboat, cast adrift near the island where the quarintine gun is sheltered. Both head out, and are delighted to find Jane and Roxy, who are a little banged up but none the worse for wear, most likely due to Roxy’s biological know-how and the sheer fact that Jane is the only person left who can actually cook food like a proper human being, and thus serve meals that are at least somewhat above the bare nutritional value.

Frrom then on, the plot progresses closer to the original storyline of Subnautica, with some exceptions due to the additons of three other characters. I’m leaving it off here for now due to the fact that from here on out, the story only gets far longer, and because I do not wish to spoil the entirety of Subnautica for any of those who wish to play it.

Pairings included in this au would obviously be more lowkey due to the constant stress of survival, but Dirkjake would definatly happen somewhere along at least a platonic route, with perhaps it leaning more towards romantic near the end (when time is running out and there is a cure in sight, and Jake’s panic attacks grow less frequent) and Janeroxy would most likely grow closer together as a pair as they work together to survive the watery hell they’ve been presented with.