I Wonder Who's Worse, Joey Drew Or Victor Frankenstein?

You have my sympathy.

Though I will say it gets worse when you have several stories in the same universe, and then two completely separate universes, all in your brain at one time.

Im on vacation right now and my brain is so loud at this point it's just incomprehensible screaming.

I wish my brain could focus better:

Hey, this would be an emotional scene! Just need to figure out how the heck to get to it.

Hmm remember that one scene you finished months ago? I don't like it anymore, change it.

Maybe you should try writing smut set in your world. Why? No clue.

You should post some random worldbuilding bullshit on tumblr!

No! You have a paper due in just a few days! Its time for smart brainy time not sad queer time!

Ahhhh!

I have no room for isotopes and assemblages in my brain rn, just bi giants and murder.

80s horr movie out in the woods

Concept: in a setting where vampires exist and can only be harmed by symbols of faith (crucifixes, etc.), a James Randi-style skeptic/supernatural debunker witnesses his family murdered by vampires, and dedicated his life to hunting down what he believes are a cabal of ordinary serial killers with a blood fetish and some cheap plastic fangs. They die when he shoots them with an ordinary gun, granted holy status by the sheer force of his belief that they are actually just ordinary humans who will die when shot.

"And since i am dead I can take off my head, to recite Shakespearean quotations!

No animal nor man can scream like I can! With the fury of my recitations"

undead atem i drew for halloween last year

+ mummy AU doodles (body horror warning)

i miss this au, it had a lot of comedic potential :'D esp in the puzzleshipping department

one of the best academic paper titles

I do agree, but I raise you: strawberry muffin

blueberry muffin. you agree; reblog

Honestly same, but this idea is as golden as menaleas' treasure

what if. spartans who don't like how smooth their skin is. who when out of their suits are disturbed by how smooth their skin is. the texture of the bodysuit that holds the gel layer is textured and that feels better.

all the injuries. all the hits they've taken. the pain they've endured. yet no scars to show for it. it feels wrong. their skin is far too smooth.

in a way, yes, their armor is their uniform. a second skin. but it's also what protects them - not entirely physically - but also mentally. when their body isn't as mangled as it seems to be, the ridges and grooves and texture of their armor and the bodysuit makes their bodies seem a little more accurate to how they feel they should be.

We have sea fairies, now all we need are sky fairies

'fairies dont exist' WRONG❗❗cyerce elegans

Yeah, the only desktops I've interacted with have been at school, and only for keybording class, end of year tests, and occasionally coolmath

this can't be true can it

MORE WORLDBUILDING, this time on a holiday that i came up with

Diviti week- TLDR: celebrates Merudi as the patron god of the Ojalana empire, but isn’t celebrated outside of it.

Diviti Week is a well-known holiday sponsored by the Ojalana Empire, though it is not widely celebrated outside of it. It takes place from Merudi 1st to Merudi 7th. The holiday is a celebration of the god of wealth Merudi, and is marked by a life of affluence. People show off their wealth, sales boom, profits are made, and debts are paid off. People wear their best clothes and host parties and feasts in celebration. 

While this may seem like a holiday that only the wealthy and powerful enjoy, the lower classes are still in full support of the holiday. Local merchants consistently lower their prices during this week, especially at the end. The holiday attracts no small number of tourists that flock to the capital to partake in the festivities and watch the city become more beautiful than anything they have ever seen. Every street is hung with string lights that can best be described as icicles of pure gold that reach down to touch the heads of the pedestrians on the streets. There are ropes of braided silk draped in every alley, lighting the stony streets on fire. Exotic flowers are shipped from faraway lands and placed in the central plaza of Jackal Quartz, where one of the centerpieces of Diviti Week is held.

On the 4th-6th day of Diviti Week a massive 24 hour market is held, featuring everyone from farmers to furniture makers, menageries of all kinds, and spectacular dressmakers. Merchants of all kinds flood to Jackal Quartz during this week to sell their wares, most of them coming from Kelly's Caravan that makes its second arrival at this time, the other time being the 1st of Grecis. 

The second centerpiece of Diviti Week is the massive palace ball, called the golden ball, that is held on the last night of Diviti Week. It is held in the grand hall of the Palace, and it is completely public. Everyone, from the nobility to the commoners walk in through the massive doors of the palace to behold splendor beyond imagination. The roof is hung with gold and silver candles suspended by chains that fit perfectly into the space not taken up by the second floor balcony. The sconces that are drilled into the Carmine Red walls are hung with garlands of resplendent diamonds and topaz. The intricate swirls on the banister are interwoven with roses, lilies, tulips and snapdragons in every imaginable shade of orange and yellow. The marble tile of the floor is polished to a shine that reflects the feet and clothes of the various dancers