#hmm!!!!

[willmackism]

when your moment of 19-year-old vulnerability with your dada gets pulled into the light and used to tee up a full on media tour of articles. see if mack’s ever vulnerable or insecure or lost in front of you again, mr rick

[shootingstarrfish]

hello i have been thinking in my brain. considering maybe doing a ref sheet comm or 2 perhaps.... i never do them but im weirdly feeling the vibes sdhfkjh would anyone be interested in smth like this for like 80usd 👁️👁️

[a-driftamongopenstars]

hmmm. I can feel my interest in Dishonored returning. might be deep into it again for a while. hmm.

[mechaffeine]

Oh yeah I’m THINKIN about how to make Galaxy Man... Need my excellent UFO robot... I don’t need another project, but what if I want another project. what then

[deanstits]

I wrote about 7k words yesterday, aint that a trip.

[frigidlyauthorial]

the world keeps changing (but the patterns stay the same) [chapter 1]

Joker stands in the shadow of a god. It’s not his first time doing so and he already has a sinking feeling that it won’t be the last, but he can feel the terror of his teammates like it’s a physical thing, constricting his chest. Years have passed since the last time he’s stood here. Wind whips through his hair, and he has to dig his heels in to not be swept away by the shifts from Yaldaboath’s great wings. The corners of his vision are tinged red, framed by the spindly arches of Mementos and his own blood leaking down his forehead and onto his mask. He’s stronger than ever, and power thrums within him. His personas ache against his mind, desperate to fight.

Despite it all, he feels impossibly small, eclipsed beneath Yaldabaoth. Even in the midst of battle, adrenaline running through his veins and heart thumping uncontrollably, he feels the oppressive hopelessness of their task, nothing but a mere mortal in the face of impossible odds. Queen makes a distressed noise beside him, the hope Joker has tried so hard to nurture within her failing when they need it most. Fox hisses in protest, an echo of his namesake, as Yaldabaoth rises above them, its impenetrable skin only serving to repel their desperate attacks. With one swipe, they all crash to the ground. Joker can already taste their failure, heavy on his tongue, and it causes a rush of uncontrollable loathing.

He’s not sure who it’s directed at, because the thing is, he’d actually tried this time.

Read the rest on Ao3!

[vaderari]

“You’re my very best friend”       “And you’re mine, too”              “We’ll always be best friends, won’t we ?” // feat @genitore