Happy Thursday The 20th

bat wings jeans from la lune ns22

Here's a full-screen version of the pic I made for my ask blog!

Stars are very got dang hard to do, so it's a damn shame I'll probably be making a lot more in the future!

Hope you like this either way.

crash :(

I’m sorry I cannot take penis bottle guy seriously. This dude is a 4chan using weeb and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Screenshot from Sparkle on Raven. I drew over a guy called “Slash” who fits the bill, but still probably has better vibes than Kondraki.

Awww hell yeaahhh, lookit them all! Love Brie being exhausted but still fashionable and Digit just being a straight-up bundle of joy and UwU!

It’s fusion week on RDL so I’ve been making things to join in on the fun! The first two are a fusion I designed between Haniel and Marie ( @lolatulips’s intern) named Brie and a fusion between Haniel and Mal named Digit (design and lineart by @pokeblog123, I just did the colors/Dw I got permission to post it 😅). Then we’ve got a couple drawings of those two, and lastly a couple drawings of fusion between Haniel and Dublar (designed by @mystorl) and Haniel and Carrie (designed by @c-underscore-rry)!

RD Possession AU Intern (Aka Mal Prachett’s terrible horrible no good very bad day)

Mini Fic under the cut

It had been a couple days since the beginning of the possession epidemic. Having lost Ada yesterday, Ian had come to accept his lot in life as the final girl. The Intern had been working seemingly without sleep for days to help those afflicted with little progress. Their robotic proxy made them much more resistant to attacks than Ian, thus making them the perfect scout while Ian toiled away in the lab trying to figure just what the hell had befallen Middlesea Hospital. A knock at the door told him they were back. That, or one of the possessed was trying to trick him again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ada do a cartwheel towards the lab entrance. Apparently she could do cartwheels? Cool? He cleared his throat, attention still glued to his laptop screen. “Can you please make sure your not letting someone like Lucky in?”

“You mean Unlucky?”

“That seems like kind of a mean nickname for your tastes, Ada.”

“His face and arm and brain are broken. Pretty darn unlucky if you ask me!”

“I guess. If it is him can you at least try not to piss him off even more?”

“No promises!” Ada winked and gave her purple clown nose a little honk. At least her reality-defying slapstick powers made her a surprisingly competent guard dog. “Who’s there?~” In response, she got a series of short and long beeps. Morse code. Thankfully, Ian knew it well enough to decipher on the fly. Normally Ada wasn’t fluent at all, but the cartoon logic she was now ruled by dictated that she understood them just fine.

<Intern.>

“Intern who?”

<Query: Is there another intern at this facility?>

“Um um- Ian can you think of a pun? Well’s run dry here!” Ian had joined Ada by the door now. Something about the way the Intern was talking caused a pit of dread to form in his gut. Please God please not them too. He braced himself as the heavy metal door slid back. He was immediately flashbanged by the Intern’s entire screen being lit up in bright purple. With a small yelp he slammed the door right back shut.

“NO NO NO! ADA! How am I supposed to do this alone?!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Ada gave her nose another honk as Ian practically melted onto the floor. It was all over. They were all screwed. Smile wavering faintly, Ada sat next to him. No sincere words would come to her, so she instead laid a hand on his shoulder. It was fun to be possessed, sure, but she didn’t need fun right now. She needed to help Ian. It was just so hard not to get distracted. Even now energy coursed through her. She wanted to get up and run laps around the building and bounce off the walls. It took every ounce of the little restraint she had left just to keep her mouth shut. After a few moments of self-imposed torture another knock came to spare her mercy. She popped right back up like a jack-in-the-box and cupped her hands together giddily. “Who is it?~”

<It is still the intern.>

“It is still the intern wh-“

“Go away.” Ian’s face was buried in his arms. His voice was muffled, hoarse, and maybe a tad bitter.

<I have succumbed to possession.> There was a pause for a response, but none was given. Soon enough, they continued. <I am unable to access my emotions. I have been reduced to pure logic. My running theory is that the entity responsible for this epidemic enjoys ironic twists of fate, as most patients assume me to be a robot upon first contact.> Ian had covered his ears by now. Ada, however, seemed to have debated whether they passed some unknown vibe check. <My alliances and goals remain intact. I can still provide aid.> With that, the door opened once more. Ada waved, her hand on the button.

“Be on your best behavior, Sparky. I’d hate to look like a clown for letting you in.” She snickered, then moved to give the Intern a lookover. Ian cowered, half-heartedly accepting his incoming tragic fate. He’d really thought they’d be immune. Did the possession really get them through internet connection? This thing could take over the entire world if it wanted. His spiral was cut off by a gentle pat on the head. He flinched as Ada and the Intern loomed over him. “My friend here could use a hand, or a leg I guess.” Against his better judgment, Ian’s eyes made their way down the Intern’s metal torso. Although their posture was perfectly rigid, at about where the knee would be, their left teg had been completely torn off. Wires hung loose and oil dripped slowly from the jagged wound. Next, his eyes jumped to the Intern’s extending arm. Their hand gripped the broken leg tightly. Oil covered their silicone fingers. It was almost grizzly to look at.

“Oh-Oh my God. What happened?”

<Mrs. Stevenson’s denchers are of exceptional quality. My aluminum chassis were of no match.>

“Jeez- ok- I can help. You promise not to turn on me?”

<I am currently unable to lie. My alliances and goals remain intact. I can still provide aid.>

“That’s good, maybe. I don’t know. Get on the table. That has to hurt.

<I cannot feel pain.>

“I mean, yeah, but…” Ian trailed off. The screen was still glowing purple. The Intern’s camera feed hadn’t been playing at all. He had no idea what this all looked like on their side. “Can you… turn off the rhythm doctor program? Maybe you can get some rest while I fix up your proxy.”

<Negative. I am trapped.>

“What do you- Intern are you in the robot? Did the possession do this to you?!”

<Negative. It did not.>

“Intern, what does that mean?”

<Low power.>

“Intern?! What do you mean by trapped?!”

<Entering sleep mode.>

“Intern!” The robotic body siezed and stiffened. The screen slowly flashed the black outline of a low battery symbol. Mouth agape, Ian looked to Ada, then back at the body. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but speak up.

“Hmm. Do they take double As?” In response, Ian slammed his head on the metal table. He really shouldn’t have gone to med school.

tbh i dont think the wii u or 3ds eshops closing is like. that big of a deal. i dont know anyone who has used the 3ds eshop regularly in the last 4 years. i bought the pokebank subscription 2 years ago. people do care enough to preserve these games and there are emulators out there. there ARE existing roms of eshop exclusives. please just learn how to pirate games

Reblogging my own art onto my main cuz I'm too lazy to repost it all.

"Reddy, it's time you see my true form in all its terrible glory!"

"Behold and let your mind meeeelllt!!"

I made a doodle at school and my pal suggested that I digitize and post it here so here we are!

Watch out everybody, here comes Redacre! One of my few but very beloved scp ocs.

Dr. Marceline Redacre has the ability to reverse any and all damage done to her back onto the perpetrator, earning her the unaffectionate nickname of "Uno" by Cleff. She is also one of the more bubbly and hopeful scientists within the facility, wanting to try every possible avenue before an anomaly can be deemed "dangerous", thus resulting in her being the head of the Ethics Committee.

Of course, her being the only member of the Ethics Committee makes this incredibly easy, a fact that absolutely no one takes her seriously for. They're here to research and contain, not placate or empathize. But she intends to change all of that!

In addition, she was also assigned to care for Gaea, who she almost views as a daughter by this point, surprising her with plants from all over the world when she can get her hands on them. Unfortunately, this makes it impossible for her to avoid interacting with Dr Cleff at all hours of the day, who almost makes it a duty of his to playfully mess with the gal.