#henlo

[sunw13d]

[killingkiwi]

This is my first time doing digital art (I did it on my phone, this is my first time ever plz plz plz don’t judge, I legit know nothing abt digital art…) anwyas this is my ranfren OC’s face (aka this is a self portrait)

Her name is Willow, she’s me basically… I’ll make a more in depth one when I’m back home

Wait edit: I tried making the shading on the hair more consistent w the lighting??? Idk if I made it worse tho

[kittens79-1]

Helloooo!!! :3

You seem cool:3

AH HELLO NEW PERSON ALERT

HIIIIIIIIIII!! Sigh your blog is yet another reminder that I need to find a way to watch Hazbin Hotel :( I was only able to find a few episodes on YT, and my parents would NEVER let me watch it so I can't pay for it UGH

YOU SEEM COOL TOO :D

[dogoftherevolution]

Oi, Bozo 2, how are you? -Felicia

(@ask-feliciaandconnol)

in all honesty i’m quite tired at the moment, might take a nap when i’ve got the chance

and has it finally been decided that i am bozo 2 now? what’s the criteria being used here?

— V.

[aran-morinorea]

Snippet Saturday Sunday

Thanks for tagging me, @lissomelace! Have your daily dose of mad science, the next few hundred words of Mallachel:

Celebrimbor pauses for a moment, but then he's moving, closing into Mallachel's space and reaching for him. Mallachel forces himself still. Somewhat to his surprise, Celebrimbor's hands are gentle, almost solicitous. The device fits perfectly. As Celebrimbor arranges it just so, he hums a few bars under his breath in a way that would seem absentminded and meaningless if Mallachel were an idiot, or at least an Incarnate. The music settles into the jewels, and they in turn hook themselves into Mallachel's spirit, anchoring him to his current shape.

Mallachel lets his hair settle back down against his back and considers the effect. He has not exhausted himself welding by hand this time, so the stability is less of a relief and more of a restriction. He has emotions about it, and they cannot be expressed by twisting his spirit, so they try to come out as a physical movement. He doesn't let them, of course, but the impulse is there.

Inconvenient.

Celebrimbor has stepped back, watching him carefully.

"Did it work?"

Mallachel breathes, and the air is just as bright and lightly smoke-scented as it was a minute ago, and he pretends not to care as hard as he can. "Yes," he admits, "I – I am contained."

"Good," says Celebrimbor. He puts his hand in his pocket, and -- the restriction around Mallachel's spirit unwinds. "Now, would you give me your ring-shape for a moment?"

What was the point of that then? "No, I'm-- I'm not tired, we're not finished yet, surely--" Mallachel is babbling. He forces the mouth shut. He doesn't have to change his shape on Celebrimbor's command, and he doesn't want to give up the mobility of this one. He'd rather wear the collar than go in that fucking box.

"Only for a moment, I promise," Celebrimbor says. Mallachel doesn't believe him. "Two minutes at the very longest."

They look at each other for a long moment. Mallachel considers his options. Celebrimbor's hand is still in his pocket. His safety measure. Mallachel wants to kill Celebrimbor, and his shattered mind shies from that urge like an untrained horse; like a coward; like an Incarnate.

Mallachel snarls, both at Celebrimbor and himself, "I'm going to count the seconds, and if it takes more than two minutes before I have legs again then I'll never listen to a word you say ever again."

He glares a challenge until Celebrimbor nods, and then takes one more tense moment to wish he could explode, and then turns into the Ring.

[irukasenseii]

"🎶"

[torse]

[astroyosei]