#ah community

[breathing-in-waves]

Fredo going on 12 hours

#Rooster Teeth #achievement hunter #uno infinite #youtube #trevor collins #jeremy dooley #dooleynotedgaming #alfredo diaz #lindsay jones #rwby #ruby rose #youtubers #ah community #rt ah

[alexical-gap]

I think the best thing about being on this one queer dating app is that both my girlfriend and my cousin are on it so I can lean over the internet fence and be like “did you see that utterly unhinged queer housing collective ad???” and I don’t even have to screenshot it. 

#ah community #queer

[piplupcola]

Congrats to the AH community for reaching 24 hours of Uno torture guys! I wanna help this chaos but I can't afford a FIRST membership so props to everyone who's been keeping this mad train alive!

The longest game of Uno is 170 hours (7 days 2 hours). Do u think we can force them to break the record? 😏😏😏

#uno infinite #achievement hunter #roosterteeth #ah community #uno

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

#ah… is this anything … #sent this in chat already Please ignore little ol me… bats eyelashes #f/o #self ship #. 🔮 #f/o comfort #romantic f/o #f/o imagines #f/o x s/i #s/i community #s/i x canon #f/o community #self shipper #selfship #selfshipper #self shipping community #self ship community #selfship community #selfship comfort

[allastoredeer]

Ya'll want to know the funniest shit?

I'm researching the era when Alastor was alive right now to get a better idea of both his character, the life he lived before Hell, and to hash out a backstory for him.

And so, apparently, Alastor lived through the Prohibition (which was basically the United States government illegalizing the manufacture, transportation, and sale of alcohol because they thought it was the cause of a lot of domestic violence and child abandonment).

Alastor canonically died in 1933.

Do you know how long the Prohibition lasted?

From 1920-1933.

ALASTOR LITERALLY DIED THE SAME YEAR ALCOHOL BECAME LEGAL AGAIN. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW BITTER HE MUST'VE BEEN?

The Prohibition officially ended on December 5, 1933, and now my headcanon is that Alastor died December 6, 1933. Literally the day after he could legally drink all the booze he wanted.

I am learning a LOT about New Orleans and the era Alastor lived through (including the gay community in the city at the time) which has been a lot of fun, and I just wanted to share that tidbit because it is so fucking funny to me.

#guys i just #its so funny #can you imagine Alastor gets the news #everything is awesome #the next day he's planning to go out drinking and have a good time #but first he needs to get rid of this body #it shouldn't take too long #just a few hours #and THEN this motherfucking hunter decides to ignore hunting laws and mistakes him for a deer #when he wakes up he's in Hell #I can just imagine the realization setting in #he's SO bitter and angry about it #he was about to get shit-faced and have a fun time at a party #and now he's suffering eternal punishment #he couldn't even get a proper drink first #it was just a fun tidit #ALSO #the gay community in New Orleans at the time is so fascinating #they literally entire communities and neighborhoods #and a lot of it was from mixed race people #and we know Alastor is mixed race #AH I have so so many thoughts #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon

[doodlesforfics]

Who’s Old Now? by @lirabuswavi​ (um i hope i tagged the right person, cause like im 80% sure you are same ao3 lirabuswavi, if not im sorry <;D)

ok this one-shot literally opened my eyes to sheer chaos possibility of Adult!Fenton adopting kid Billy B. while Teenager!Phantom being mistaken as Shazam’s ward and just ladskjsdk??? superhero/magic/ghost community would not be prepared. amazing fic. such fun.

and some doodles inspired by the fic

let lil Billy have retired ghost superhero possibly eldritch overpowered being Phantom as protective Dad.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #Danny Phantom #shazam #billy batson #danny fenton #captain marvel shazam #jazz fenton #adult danny fenton #i build a little headcanon in my head that out of all communities ghosts are the most accepting?? of this strange development #like. superheroes are: oh anicent magical Shazam has a ward. a son now about whom he cares very much and also he is apparently?? ghost WAIT #magical ppl: ah Shazam aka Billy has gained an incredibly powerful being as his guardian. oh. he is ex-hero.HE DEAFEATED THE GHOST KING #AND HE KNOWS A TIME LORD?? #ghosts: oh hey halfa got himself a kid! he is also magic. huh neat. anyways back to usual ghost shennanigans #also now Shazam is under Phantom protection. so if ghost ever attacl JL they are like: Hey wait a sec arent u like... Phantom's? #Billy: sweating nerviously #ghost: aw shit cant mess with you then. ur friends are fair game tho #maybe some new ghost uncle and aunts for billy too who knows. #just really fun ;) thoughts that this fic inspired lol #anyway i hope you might like the silly art LiraBuswavi! #Who's Old Now? by LiraBuswavi #fanfic fanart

[whump-kia]

nothing hotter than a suck-it-up whumpee. no one needs to know they're hurting, they can last a little longer, surely. shoulders back, heavy breathing. they can handle it. eyes lifted, bracing themselves against the pain or the fever. clenching and unclenching fists, gritting their teeth and surging forward. there's work to be done, now. a bit of blood won't stop them from doing their damn job.

#well. until it does. #and they work themselves to the bone #and shatter into a trembling weak lightheaded mess leaning against someone else to stay upright #ah headstrong whumpees. love it #situational whump #strong whumpee #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #blood tw

[stil-lindigo]

art vs artist 2023

#it's been a turmultuous year #this place above all other platforms feels like it's been especially kind to me this year though. #high highs and such terribly low lows #for me and the artist community in general #i can't complain. this year hs been kind to me despite everything #ah #but i miss the month of spiderverse where i felt full to the gills with inspiration and hope for the future #that energy has been severely tempered now #what else what else #i got a cat this year #truly a highlight #i got followed by one of my most influential primary artistic inspirations #on twitter #parasocial maybe but it mattered to me then #tumblr my love i hope you stick around #you're the only place i feel comfortable posting this to #archive

[entomolog-t]

Ayo~ Red and Brick for both Sal and Mark on the color OC ask post? Loving them :D

"What don't you like?"

-----

Screaming.

This is probably the biggest piece I've ever done and it's from an ask I've been chipping away at for months.

When inspiration strikes it strikes hard.

A background??? LIGHTIING??? Who even am I?

#Bonus points to whoever spies the lil easter egg/reference #What don't I like? *looks at Sal* #I was gunna redraw Betty now that I have a ton of refs for her but I've spent too many hours on this n was not about to redo a whole panel #JSSFHLASKFH #I'm so happy this is done??? #AH #I love them #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t art #g/t prompts #g/t artist #entodraws #Macro/micro #size tumblr #size difference #extreme size difference #TSWC #SalOC #MarkOC #BettyOC #Spider #Jumping spider #cw spiders #cw blood #The Shadow We Cast #mini comic #short comic

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]

💚👻👽👻💚

The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.

The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.

He hurts.

It hurts so badly.

He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.

There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.

Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.

*

Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—

Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.

Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.

More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.

The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.

Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.

He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.

Please, please leave him alone.

They don’t.

There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.

He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—

It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.

Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.

He drops into his core.

*

Danny wakes up in a container.

It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.

Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.

Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.

He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.

Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.

…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.

There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.

Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.

It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.

There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.

Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.

It’s a luxury to not be hungry.

*

There’s a click.

Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.

The oatmeal goes uneaten.

*

There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.

Apparently he’s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.

Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!

…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?

It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.

It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.

Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.

And to his capture.

There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.

No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.

With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.

It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.

…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.

More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.

Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.

When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.

Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.

*

The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.

The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.

Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.

There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.

The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.

But no one is looking.

Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.

Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?

Whatever. There’s no time.

Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.

#the JL: uh. what the hell is this #the JL: I guess we can...it looks vaguely humanoid? Should we assume it's sentient? Let's get it to medbay— AH IT'S GONNA BITE ME #JL: Feral Baby Jail. STAT. #another Everyone in DP Is Dead Or Otherwise Inaccessible AU™ #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #tw injury #tw medical #I guess #There are VERY enthusiastic doctors on hand at all time WAITING to slap a bandaid on him as soon as they figure out communication #in the meantime #allergen friendly nutrient gruel it is baby!

[breathing-in-waves]

Uno Infinite Update

Got about 10-15 videos coming right now but I'm very behind. Got a lot of video requests so I'm gonna have to continue after I sleep for a bit cause they just got 1200+ subs in 15 minutes so it's not ending right away.

AH / RT Community, Thank you for your patience and kind words. Hope you enjoy the next view videos! Please feel free to continue requests if you don't see something up. Also, let me know if I should upload it on YT for yall.

Thanks, Wes

#uno infinite #Rooster Teeth #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #dooleynotedgaming #black krystel #alfredo diaz #michael jones #jack pattillo #geoff ramsey #gavin free #funhaus #rwby #ah rt #fake ah crew #love yall #ah community #my posts

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Try Morse Core. Women Love Morse Code.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jin ling #a-qing #ouyang zizhen #nameless red disciple #Girls speak in a series of clicks and trills that even the most adept linguists have difficulty decoding #Thankfully this rhythmic language can be translated to music notes #communication via specific vibrations of coiled metal wire is possible! #but- Ah shucks the guy with the guqin has his hands full. And also bloodied. #We need to resort to secondary girl communication. Blinking slowly at her. If she blinks slowly back - you're in. #if she blinks rapidly that's a threat. Is she does not blink at all you are already dead. #btw: Girls eyes translate lines of contrast to these series of air flow disturbances to create language. So they *can* read what we write. #This has been your daily GirlFacts tidbit. #Jokes aside. I get that the point was she has no tongue to speak with but it really does just come off as: #“5 teen boys in a room with a teen girl and dropping the ball so hard on how to proceed” #This is why men give up and kiss each other btw. (OKAY IM DONE SPREADING MISINFORMATION (for today))

[kelocitta]

Day 23: Pearls Crown Jewel

#rain world #rainworld #rwartmonth #rw art month #was originally brown. rapidly learned i do not work well with browns. it is no longer brown #Also its not really clear thats the ID drone but it turns out it also looks bad when its the only thing obviously at a different angle so #whatever. anyway i like to think the scavengers just thought it was a really cool shiny thing like a pearl #also the scavenger chief doesnt have the mark of communication here cause i like to think the only reason it got that #was because pebbles couldnt blow it up due to the citizen drone #so they were trying to be like “please stop fucking around” and it Did Not Work #anyway i dont think i really did this prompt 'well' but im going to be busy tomorrow so ah well!!!!

[bioexorcizm]

psa: you dont have to ever justify having a long f/o list. just btw. like. u don't need to justify having a character on your list no matter if you're constantly writing fics or making ship art or if u just talk about them once in a while or even if u just think about them once a year and never talk about it or even if one time u just imagined kissing them and that's it. u dont have to feel bad for having them on your f/o list.

u owe it to 0 people actually to justify why you have a character on your list or have a list the length u do. why and how you selfship is for you and not anyone else and you dont need to 'explain' yourself i promise

pr*ship c*mship etc dni

#just thinking. bc im likw ah im greedy i think for having a long list #when actually. im not. fuck you my blog my rules. #.sillypost #self shipping #self ship #selfship #safeship #safeshipping #f/o community

[identityquest]

allysion... girl i havent drawn u in 3 years

#sketch #digital art #ocs #oc:allysion #furry #sfw furry #her name is pronounced ah-liss-ee-un #shes one of my many alien cat species... shes the same species as enoseavion and areson. theyre all arteli #arteli have a clan system where different clans handle different careers and study paths. allysion is from a clan of mostly geologists #she specializes in speleology and mining technology. but she also married into a clan that specializes in linguistics #shes the direct ancestor of my oc areson. hes another i dont post often abt... #hes the last in his clan in the modern era and hes the first nonhuman to learn to speak english and communicate w/ romsir and co

[worstloki]

love the idea of the Avengers adding new members but being stingy about rooms so the OG Avengers each get their own but Bucky and Loki are forced to share one under the guise of it being 'healthy interaction'

#Bucky and Loki being friends but in a weird way and now Thor is concerned like 'i don't recognise my brother anymore T-T' #and Steve is grimacing and sighing like 'my chemical romance isn't that bad Thor you just have to acquire the taste' #Bucky and Loki bunking in a room together and people just forgot to give them a second bed but it's ok because they both sleep on the floor #they wake each other up from nightmares and when it's done/conscious they look at each other in slight alarm and just give '👍❓❗' '👍👍❓' #aggressive thumbs up before returning to bed still communicating with thumbs up like 'all good??' 'all good??' 'all good!' 'go sleep?!?' #they both are convinced that oily hair is a way to keep it healthy and dandruff free and like they're not WRONG bc it works for them #but people also hate listening to them corroborate such experiences with each other #like you can't deny their hair is healthy and silky when they wash up and get dressed for something. BUT. STOP TALKING LIKE THAT. #they talk about how the bath they share is so comfortable for two people and it's driving people up a wall #Natasha opens the door and sees Bucky in the dark propped against a wall looking half dead with earphones in #(he is watching a nature documentary Loki recommended) #they bond over times they were being controlled and/or suicidal in Tony's lab and Tony who was working nods along absently long used to it #Tony: ah yeah I have PTSD but im managing it okay for now with meds #Bucky and Loki: *making faces* boo 👎