artfight attacks: pt 1! i'll be putting my favourites in a separate post but here's as many as i can fit at once
in order: ascodus for lamalpacca | the tank and the turret for @a-lamp-shade-art | sorreleyes and fawnpaw for taigarevolt | asuka west for @anthonyzoxide | ollie's fursona for @commanderrcat | rosa for rosatoebeans | beastoak for @ohnoitsoak | v0 for blueberror | three branches, roughly hewn for @shininguponthestars | breature for @letskillsmajorwitharock | fragmented light for shellsforyou | wither for solarsight | lop for @tgslar | lavafall and ashrain for vivavuba | sylvia [and arariel, my oc] for @angelandreus | faraday for perfectoranges | tori for cookiekaze | oli and dax for ed-e | eithne for @honeyfox | cunningham [and beastechidna] for @commanderrcat | taru for @verothewise | the creature for @skiterring | mokoa for @woofaer | bonepool for @zashies | meadow for cringelver | mannequin lizard for @smangethe | vikairen for monstermadd1e | guppy for @goblinhound | brindleberry for @mischief-causes-mayhem | grace for thatoneartistwillow
^_^ more soon. i hope everyone i attacked had a wonderful artfight!
DAY 31: APPLECRAFT/CRITTERCRAFT FUCK THE PROMPT IM CALLING THIS A FREE DAY BECAUSE I HAD A VISION
and that's a wrap! i decided that as a celebration of actually sticking with actually completing a 'Tober this year, i was gonna do something a little more ambitious-- so here's the Coven in a PRISM AU! for more information about PRISM, click here! i have plans to give them civilian forms eventually, but that seemed a bit much for a challenge i was trying to take casually lmao
Season 4 Friday League short story below cut :D
Prompt list Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9
It came on suddenly. One minute Fishy was relaxing poolside with Tom and Oak, chatting about different foods they wanted to try if they could and the next she felt the overwhelming urge to throttle Oak. She lurched forward, a burning sensation hitting the back of her throat. Her fellow rockets noticed immediately, Oak sitting up and Tom raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, are you okay?” Fishy nodded, waving him off.
“It’s fine, just. Something feels off.” She said through gritted teeth with more irritation than she meant. Tom quickly reached for their communicator and typed a message out. ‘Is it cramps? Are you pregnant?’ Oak and Fishy stared at him.
“Tom.” Oak stated. Tom just smiled with a shrug. Fishy wants to banter with them, but she felt like if she tried, she’d end biting their heads off.
“I’m gonna go lie down.” Fishy quickly hopped off her pool chair and ran towards the house Tom had made for them.
“Let us know if you need anything!” She barely registered Oak’s shout as she ascended the ladder up to their shared little room. She sat at the foot of the bed, gripping the blanket like her life depended on it. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ she thought to herself, doing her best to calm herself down. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe. ‘Everything’s fine, we had a fun session yesterday, so why…’ her eyes shot open.
“Fuck.” She muttered. These weren’t her emotions. It was the other one. The “Big Man Upstairs,” as she called them, mentioned something about the original soul still being tied to this body, so if they experienced strong emotion, she’d feel it.
Suddenly it wasn’t just the other one’s anger she was feeling. Why did she have to deal with the other one’s bullshit? This wasn’t her problem. She gritted her teeth harder until-
POP
Fishy saw her front teeth fall to the floor, thankfully landing in the center of a plank. She didn’t know what she’d do if they’d fallen into the void. She knows she’ll reappear if she jumped down there, but parts? She might talk to Tom about that later. Not that Tom would lose any body parts like she would, but she thinks he’d enjoy the topic.
Fishy reaches down and grabs the teeth, roughly shoving them back into her mouth. She feels the squish of them going in and then uses her tongue to feel that they’re back in place, putting a bit of pressure on them to see if they’ll fall back out. They don’t, luckily, with Fishy assuming whatever magic or force that’s keeping this body working doing its thing.
She leaned back into the bed, resting her head onto the pillow and curling in on herself. She wasn’t going to let this be an issue. As long as she stayed up here, it would pass. The Saturday games didn’t last too long, same amount of time as their game did, so all she had to do was wait it out.
