#wheeeeeeeee!

[cosmic-muses]

Ahaha

I've not had proper sleep in over 48 hours now :3

[lurker-no-more]

I tuned in for about 2 min right after midnight. I was just in time to catch his rant about de Blasio and ... this is accurate, lmao.

[betweenlands]

the abyss stares back

[ another fic for the “season 7 shadows” au of @mine-sara-sp‘s shadow people au; this one is sort of a direct spinoff of ? ? ? and is considered a more “canon” variant. basically it’s the good ending to that one’s bad ending. ]

-Apex said that even the Vex were scared of it, so I should just be careful. I don’t think I’m going to go into the shadowlands today after all, because that encounter spooked me a little bit too much for comfort. I am going to try to summon my new shadow, though. For real this time.

Zedaph put his pen down and sighed, leaning back and putting his feet up on the desk. He felt like he’d been basically living in the shadow temple, between bright lights giving him headaches still and the constant trips into the shadowlands. He had all his materials - maybe he really did need to take a long break, stop giving himself the interdimensional bends.

He stretched, headed up to the platform, then realized he’d forgotten to grab his shadow-stabbin’ scythe - he headed over to the desk, picked it up, and made sure there was only one armor-stand in his inventory just in case his instincts caused him to try and do the double-summon.

It felt weird, actually waiting for his shadow to form up into a shape. It felt even weirder when his headache vanished altogether as if he was back in the shadowlands as the silhouette he was casting over the center of the room began to darken in color rapidly, as though a huge pit was opening up in it.

He must’ve blinked, needed to refocus or something - his regular shadow was back to normal, and the straight-up Vantablack shadow was now standing across from him, leaning against one of the pillars casually.

Its eyes were closed, he assumed, because all he could see was the vague outline of probably him, like a hole cut right through the fabric of spacetime. It raised one hand, waved, and opened its eyes - yeah, there was that piercingly bright, glowing yellow, solid through, somehow both cold and warm at the same time.

Oh, finally.

Zedaph blinked again. Generally, shadows were not supposed to be immediately sentient on summoning… unless he’d gotten a monster one, like Puzzler or a shadow-vex.

It grinned at him. Rows and rows of sharp, white teeth. Yep, this was one of the spooky shadows. He raised his scythe and took a step back, and the shadow vanished - he felt one of its hands on his shoulder as the other one gently plucked the scythe from his hands.

Don’t be harsh, it said - or, actually, did it say? He was starting to notice that his shadow’s mouth was rarely… moving with what it said, and he wasn’t hearing it speak from wherever it was located. It was more like hearing himself speak, just with a weird shadowy edge to it.

I’m not going to hurt you, it continued, now twirling the scythe rather like a cheerleader’s baton. Actually, I was getting worried. You spend too much time in my domain.

“Your domain…” Zedaph frowned thoughtfully. “The shadowlands? I mean, yeah, you’re a shadow. I thought it was the domain of all the shadows, though? Anarchist communism or something like that.”

Its laugh was soft, almost ambient. I am no mere shadow, Zedaph.

Hm. Well, that was worrying. Zedaph pulled out his backup scythe, turned around and pointed it at his silhouette. “Hey. Stop being ominous. We already have enough of that from Puzzler.”

Puzzler… oh, that little shit.

He blinked. “Hey! No cursing! This is a family-friendly ritual area. Let’s unpack your hatred for Grian’s new shadow in a bit. I met another shadow today. Apex, you know him? He told me to be careful of the old shadows, what’s that mean.”

It smirked at him. He was warning you about me, I think. His spooky doppelganger stretched, spun the scythe in its hand again. I don’t believe I’m supposed to be a summonable shadow, you must have broken something the first time you summoned me.

“The old shadows… oh, I get it!” Zedaph clapped his hands together. “It must be a result of me immediately hopping into the shadowlands without me actually summoning a shadow first and spending a lot of time in there. Something got glitched.”

Speaking of glitched… his face fell back into a frown. “Wait, that doesn’t mean… you’re the giant patch of void covering the bottom of the shadowlands? The abyss?”

Its grin seemed proud, this time, judging by the way its eyes turned up. Clever. Yes, that’s me.

“Well, that solves one issue. I’ll call you Oldie.”

…What? Why?

Zedaph grinned back. “You’re the old shadows! An oldie, but a goodie?”

Absolutely the fuck not.

“Woah, okay, okay, watch your language. I have a backup name. How’s Abyss sound?” He spread out his hands in a placating gesture, almost accidentally dropping his scythe in the process; his shadow vanished once more, this time reappearing alongside him and casually grabbing his arm, readjusting his grip on the scythe for him.

Much better, Abyss said, eyes glinting. I like it.

“Okay then, Abbie, what’s your beef with Puzzler?”

It blinked at the nickname, then shook its head, putting its hands into pockets Zedaph could only assume were there. Puzzler… he’s an aberration. Defacing my domain with his snotty little-

“-language-” ...Right. Puzzler is a corrupted shadow. Something extra has gotten into his - you would call it code, right? Abyss paused, cocked its head to the side - it seemed to actually be waiting for an answer from him.

“Yeah. It’s called code. You think something’s glitched Puzzler and he’s not actually supposed to be, uh, like that?”

I know for a fact that Grian should, by all rights, have a normal shadow. Technically, everyone should, though the Vex I can let slide. His shadow shrugged. They coexist well enough, after all. Now, that little usurping fuc-

“Hey! I said, no cursing!” Zedaph crossed his arms, gave his void-nightmare-shadow a fake glare. Truth be told, this was simultaneously the most terrified and also most comfortable he’d ever felt. Joking with a terrifying god-monster incarnation of a dimension felt surprisingly natural - oh, wait, right, he knew Death, that was probably why he was taking this so well.

Apologies. I forgot myself again. Abyss shook its head. Whatever language I do or do not use, Puzzler is a power-hungry and manipulative creature caused by some outside force intentionally trying to gain more power. I can’t stand him.

He nodded in understanding, rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his free hand. “You know, I bet if we just strolled on up to Puzzler he’d get pretty spooked by you. He’s already been staring at me suspiciously. Maybe we could scare him straight?”

Or I could consume his essence, removing all scraps of that pestilence which corrupted him, and then remake him as a proper shadow ought to be?

Zedaph chuckled nervously. “Let’s, uh, let’s call that a last resort, okay Abbie?”

It rolled its eyes. Fine, fine. I’ll follow your lead. Let’s go talk to him.

[archived-deadpoolxandxfriends]

“When’s the last time you slept”

continuing [this thread] with @brightengale

“Because of that.” Steve didn’t sleep well in general and he’d been staying at Avenger’s Tower the past few days which usually meant his “good sleep” quota dropped even lower. If he got any at all. She wasn’t his keeper but if no one checked up on him Steve would run himself into the ground. Healing factors didn’t seem to help with the effects of sleep deprivation.

Let’s take a step back and rephrase “checking up” on him. There were decent amount who checked up on him, but Steve was stubborn and few people had the time or energy to out stubborn him. Enter Alison and her vibranium resolve for making sure he was taking care of himself. Screw Captain America responsibilities. The man behind the shield needed to come first sometimes.

Ali walked over, cupping one side of his face with her palm, her thumb tenderly running back and forth over the scruff. “Should we go to your room here or do you want to come home? Either way, you’re getting some sleep, Rogers. At least six hours.”

Deep down, Steve knew Alison had a point. He would be no good to anyone, least of all his team members and the citizens he was trying to keep safe if he operated on less sleep than he already was. Lack of sleep made decisions difficult and mistakes more likely. Mistakes could cost lives, and Steve could not afford that.

But Steve was stubborn. Everyone who had met him could testify to that. Once he set his mind to something, like staying up way past his bedtime, it was difficult to get him to change his mind.

However, he did lean into Alison’s touch as her hand cupped his cheek. He shook his head and chewed on his bottom lip. “I need to stay on site,” he said. Anyone who had faced the iron will of Rogers might be amazed to see how easily he melted to Alison’s suggestion. But Steve was tired and Alison had her ways of getting through to him that no one could manage.

[fealtyslut]

you’re telling me j smith cameron is also in hacks eventually ?????? we get TWO toxic milfs ??? i’ve never felt so alive

[hyliaphora-cecropia]

I'M DONE WITH THE PIKMIN 3 RECIPES LETS GOOOOOO ON TO PIKMIN 4!!!!

(side tangent: wait i know the maker of this gif!! can normal people just submit gifs to the gif library??? I have some good pikmin ones I made--)

Anyway, Pikmin 3 only had like...33 new enemies, so I only needed 2 4x4 pages plus change for it. Pikmin 4 however....will be quite the undertaking.

[ryoki-ph]

i think we integrated!!!! OWO

[jadewolf-writes]

@its-the-sa replied to your photo “@jadewolf-writes accidentally gave me permission to ship them so I...”

@jadewolf-writes u know , I ve always loved monsters but I had only ever drawn gijinkas before I joined the moana fandom? Tama was the first monster I drew as an actual monster , and koera was the first proper kaiju I drew. You have helped me discover a new power... and now I must use it for either great good or great evil...

MWAHAHAHA!  A convert!  Welcome to the dark side!  You’ve crossed over into serious monsterfucker territory now!

A world of wonderful and fantastic monsters await!  Embrace their nonhuman wonderfulness!  Their bizarre biology!  Their unusual reproductive behavior!  Their glorious gigantism!

And lemme tell you, you draw them magnificently!  Keep ‘em coming!  We’re happy to have you aboard this boat! :D