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morgombie · 3 months

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The Morgue is now Open! 🍭

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The Morgue is my personal, no-talk discord art server where people are free to join if they wanna know what I'm up to! This includes access to art I don't post on my socials, early access to adoptables, customs, server-exclusive events, commission/custom sales and more :]

It's also the easiest way to get ahold of me for anything art-related via the ticket system!

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The server is 16+ as I do often post art with blood, gore, and suggestive themes. I don't draw NSFW otherwise, so there isn't a verification system, but I do ask that people who join honor the age limit! If anyone below 16 joins and is found out, they will be kicked.

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➥ Join here! 🩷

#yippee!#no pressure to join at all but #after being talked to abt making a server for months i finally caved KDNSNS #hopefully ill see u there ! 🪱#morgombies doodles #art #art server #discord server #no clue what to tag this as tbh #uh #hopefully that works

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bonchobrick · 9 months

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Duke and Danny bestie fic im co-authoring with some cool people for Patrol Partners! :D

A fic where Duke knows a lot about Gotham’s new problem, ghosts. The Waynes think the worst and assume he’s had some terrible experience with ghosts in the past (in reality is just very happy to talk about his best friends culture and doesnt realize how odd it is that he knows all this stuff)

Duke is pretty much just vibing, the bats are having a meltdown, and Danny is having a blast!

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Then Duke pops the question

“So, what are you guys researching?” He asks raising a brow to the papers littered all over the room

Collectively the entire room groans as Duke absentmindedly picks up a paper on the table with the failed, static over-run image.

“We don't know!” Steph bemoans frustrated

Tim starts, “There are new entities–”

“Creatures.” Bruce corrects

Tim casts a piercing glance at his father, “I am pretty sure those are entities. Eye witness reports state that they look fairly human-like–”

Bruce challenges him right back, “Eye witness reports were also very likely to be unfactual, they seemed partially intoxicated. It’s more likely they are some kind of mutated animal.”

His son’s teeth grit, “Even so we still can’t rule out–”

“Oh right, the ghosts are back in town,” Duke's comments, gaze absorbed in the static image

Silence drowns the room as their weary eyes blink at Duke, processing what he had just said.

Then it clicks

“R-repeat that?” Tim stares intensely at Duke

“Um, the ghosts are back? That's what these are.” Duke nervously replies confused, “It’s been a bit since they visited Gotham

Tim opens and closes his mouth, immensely struggling to find any words to say. It seems like the rest of his family is fairing no better, some of them letting out noises of surprise and shock with others trying to hear if they heard that sentence right.

“There used to be ghosts in Gotham?” Bruce says incredulously

“Yeah?” Duke tilts his head, “I mean they don’t like living here with the corrupt ectoplasm but I’m friends with a few ghosts?”

Jason springs on him with wide eyes, “What are ghosts like, personality-wise?”

Duke thinks and responds with the first thought that comes to mind, “Fickle, they can be super friendly or super destructive. They do whatever they’re in the mood to.”

“Are they aggressive?”

“Sure? Sometimes?” Duke blinks at them bewildered before a petty smile crosses his lips, “They can be, hmm, commanding.”

Dicks eyes turn cold and protective, “What–”

“Listen guys,” Duke backs away from the discussion going with his internal task list in mind, “I gotta go wrap up putting together all my documents for my topic on my science fair project so uh, see-ya!”

The second youngest bounces out of the cave and the rest of the family stare dumbstruck at him.

New entities (ghosts?) pop up in Gotham + Duke describes them as fickle and commanding =

Duke is being made to do things for Ghosts who can be kind and cruel which =

= Duke is being bullied by Ghosts?!

Not on their Bat-watch!

Damian is already sharpening his ‘not murder tools’, Tim has sprung into research on the bat computer and the rest of the family have already dipped into Gotham ready to search for these perps!

Paranoid Family #1 will help Duke’s ghost problem starting now!

( pssst heres the fic :)

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justheretoship · 7 months

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I couldn't make this up even if I tried...

Basically they showed Max on TV on the news to say he won his 3rd World Championship and my mom was like "oh I forgot what he looked like. You know, if you were to put him and Leclerc next to each other, they have some features in common, right?"

She meant that they look alike (and personally I don't see it, at all) but gosh of all drivers of course she said Charles 😂

Even my mom is giving me lestappen crumbs at this point, how did it come to this lol

#lestappen #sorry for tagging it as such but come on #max verstappen #charles leclerc #she said it in italian so translating what she said exactly is quite weird #for curious italians she actually said: se li metti affianco hanno qualcosa in comune no?#i don't see any features in common between them personally so no clue what she's on about tbh #but of course she would mention max and charles OF COURSE

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pobblebonked · 1 year

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That new job has a really... interesting uniform

This piece was voted on and posted early for patrons at https://patreon.com/Pobblebonked

#tf #robot tf #transformation #transfur #tbh I have no clue what I should tag this as #I don't know if this is tf at this point lol #tftg

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twinksintrees · 5 months

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an unhinged collection of ao3 tags

#i have no clue what the last one is from tbh #ao3 #ao3 tags #fan fic

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hyperfixat · 8 days

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so, i played this game mindmindmind by @chattercap and i loved it so much! def go play it if you have the means to do so — i doubt this will get as much traction as my other fics do, but i really just had to write this!! also its so odd knowing that im tagging the creator so im extra sorry if i mischaracterize him >.<

i went forward with my writing assuming (after a thorough mental debate) that geist can interact w the physical world around him, but only when he stirs enough turmoil within you. like there are moments within the game where he touches you and ur phone, but. idk. it feels different somehoe.

while playing the game i really tried to get the ‘good’ ending where you ‘defeat’ geist but he’s so alluring!!1 my goodness if i didn’t melt at the end — man oh man. this is literally word vomit of a situation trying to evoke a similar emotion to that scene near the end where you resist or accept him (trying to avoid spoiling it TT)

quick tw for; meal skipping due to depression, depression and it’s symptoms, negative self image, and just, all around you don’t start or end in a good place mentally., also burns from hot water. nothing deadly or anything, but like. burns.

honestly i didn’t have many ideas my brain was just kinda rotting over him TT so this is what my sleep deprived mind came up with. but ykaow its something (also ignore any canon divergence, it's about vibes not canon.. ) not proof read. 1.6k words.

Your body creaks like rusty hinges when you dragged yourself out of bed, the time already reading half past noon. Too late for breakfast, not that you were likely to have made anything anyway.

There’s a calm in the kitchen, though you can’t bring yourself to fully appreciate it. At least Geist hasn’t made himself known as of yet. That’d be just what you needed on a day like this. (Sarcastic.)

The electric kettle boils on its socket and you stand too close to it in an attempt to bring warmth to your tired body. Despite having slept into the afternoon there’s an ever-lingering tired that clings to your whole body. Only when steam starts to pour from the kettle and you risk getting burned if you remain stagnant for longer do you move to prepare your instant ramen.

Your arms feel weak when you lift the kettle and that’s a sign for what is to come, in hindsight. Perhaps you should have taken the time to move the styrofoam container to the table and pour your water on a clearer surface than your tiny counters. You do manage to pour an adequate amount of near-boiling water in the cup, but you also pour an adequate amount all over your counter and clothes.

You hiss out in pain, tossing the (now empty) kettle on a free section of stovetop.

“Oh dear, what have we here?” The only thing that can make this situation worse. You can never be the only one to bear witness to your failures, can you?

Gritting your teeth, you pull the steaming clothes away from your skin, making a hurried scuttle to your bedroom. Luckily the only clothes you bothered to wear to bed last night was a large shirt, one that slips off of your body easily, despite being soaked. You maneuver to the bathroom, taking in the red hue of your torso.

“Fuck me,” you groan, running a hand over the skin before hissing at the heat. It seems you’re being forced to take that shower you’ve been putting off. You feel a presence in the doorway and ghostly green eyes track your moves to the bath as you turn on the cold water.

It’s old and stained, and likely in need of a cleaning, but there is a tub attached to your shower, so you’re going to use it. Steeling the rest of your body, you plug the tub and step into the icy water. You make yourself suppress a whimper at the cold, it doesn’t help that you already had a chill set in your body from hunger. Your stomach clenches, a reminder of what you’d done and you sink down fully into the water.

Over the rushing of the still pouring water, you hear fabric on fabric and when you open your eyes Geist is sitting on the edge of the tub, regarding you. His expression is hard to discern, something between cool indifference and pity. He doesn't acknowledge your state of undress, bless him for that.

His large, slender hands dip into the water, making it ripple where his fingertips hit. Geist hums as he takes in the temperature.

“What a poor thing you are,” Geist begins. “Can’t even make yourself something to eat without messing up somehow.”

You inhale deeply and close your eyes, attempting to drown out his words. He lets you sit in peace for a few moments, eventually turning the faucet off when it fills to submerge your hot chest.

“No rebuttal?” He lets out an amused laugh, entirely unfitting of the situation. “I see how it is.”

You hope the burns aren’t anything serious, even if they were you don’t know if you’d go to a hospital right away. Some things go away if you ignore them hard enough. Sadly this logic does not apply to Geist.

Being watched doesn’t make for a very relaxing bath, but you’re only there to cool your body off, and it does. You get on your shaky legs after you’ve deemed yourself far too cold to stay in there any longer and unplug the drain and turn on the shower head to rinse the bath water off (and properly clean yourself). Geist leaves when you stand up to shower, leaving you to bask in the cool, quiet drizzle from the faucet.

After getting changed into another set of pajamas (as you don’t plan to leave the house and know you won’t change whatever you’re wearing before bed), you find Geist has made himself completely useless, taking up a seat at the small table cornered on the kitchen to form a make-shift dining room. He’d stepped over and through the mess you’d made, favoring to make use of the scarcely used furniture.

His eyes feel like fire as they track you cleaning the kitchen. “Are you really just going to watch?” His eyebrows raise, as if shocked by your sudden question.

“Why, with how cold you’ve been to me I’d assume you’d want me to leave you all alone.” Geist stands, tall form looking far too elegant for his surroundings. “But, allow me,” he grabs the cup of noodles from your hands and pours them in the garbage disposal. “Hey-!” Those noodles were still perfectly edible, not that there was much left in the cup rather than on the floors.

“Surely you can spare ten cents to prepare a new container.” Geist ignores your open-jawed stare, moving to grab a reusable towel and mop up the mix of broth and warm water on the counter, leaving the floor to you.

By the time your floor is dry and no longer holds the smell of ramen broth you’re too exhausted to bother making a new cup of noodles. You shuffle back over to your bed and fall back into the covers and try to bury yourself.

Geist stands at the foot of your bed, looking eerie in the low light. With him carries the lingering scent of ramen. You look away from him and avert your gaze to the dim glow of your phone.

“I made you your meal.” He can’t even call it lunch anymore, the time on your phone shows its half past four. The act of kindness catches you off guard and you look at him, eyes dull, expecting him to laugh or throw the food on the ground and sneer, but he doesn’t. He even has some utensils ready for you.

You slide against your headboard and pull your blankets down past your chest, gesturing that he can hand the cup to you. He does, beginning to monologue after you take a bite.

“I had waited for you to take action, but it seems you’ve gotten to the point that you’re incapable of doing something as simple as feeding yourself. I took it upon myself to prepare your meal, truly it’s appalling you’ve made it this far in your life. What would have become of you if I weren’t here?” He gives a sigh, as if contemplating the horrible conditions you would face if not for him. “A grown person, unable to properly feed themself, what’s next – do you need me to brush your teeth for you as well?”

You shrink back at the harsh words, face growing hot with shame, realizing he’s right. You can hardly function, all you do is rot away and he’s the remediator, here to curb your decay. Despite having plenty of broth, the noodles taste dry in your mouth and you feel the urge to ugly sob, but your eyes do not prick with tears.

“I’m sorry.” The words come out choked with phlegm and emotion.

“Oh, now look at you,” Geist lets out a mildly less exasperated sigh and sits on the edge of your bed, lightly, as to not spill your ramen. His hand rests on your ankle overtop of your blanket. “I’m not mad at you, I’ll still treasure you no matter how incapable you are.”

You finish your – call it what it is – dinner, and Geist takes it to your kitchen to dispose of it. You shiver, his voice still lingering in the air, his words haunting you.

It’s hard to be alone, it’s even harder when you’re as vulnerable as you are currently, so when Geists asks to join you, you can’t refuse the offer.

“There we go,” Geist gently moves you to the side of your bed, taking the spot next to you, his cold, cold hands resting on your sides. “Are you going to be on your phone the whole evening, darling. That is unwise. You’re tired.”

He’s right. You are tired. You let him hold you as you fall into rest, it’s nice to be held. He holds you and doesn’t let go, even when you wake in the early hours of morning, a wave of clarity and repulsion coming over you.

You try to push him away, claiming he’s cruel, but you’re no match for a man like him, a man who holds you as you shutter with unshed tears, cooing about how it will all be fine as long as he’s here, and letting you know he’ll stay. And, maybe, just maybe, it will be okay as long as Geist stays with you – you only need him and as his words echo as you go back to sleep, reassured. I’ll love you no matter how broken you are. Broken as you may be, you lie with him, knowing deep down he won’t put you back together.

#mindmindmind #verified hyperfixat post #i have no clue what tags to put here tbh #i've never been like.#the first to write something (or one of the first)#so #here goes #geist x reader #mindmindmind geist #tw depression #hmm #yeah i think thats good #mindmindmind fanfiction

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darkthare · 3 months

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I don’t normally draw mechanical designs but I wanted to try my hand at showing the differences in some “Arcanotek” horse models. Arcanotek is the name of the magically powered constructs and machines that run around in my world

“Mormag Style” refers to the country of origin, Mormagia/the Mormag Arcanum, which is the leading exporter of arcanotek creations.

#art #dnd #sketch #fantasy #concepts #magic #machinery #designs #I have no clue what to tag these tbh #tstc

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spiderintheathenacabin · 3 months

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Sometimes I see some hate about the way that rick wrote Samirah Al-Abbas' religion in mcga, and as a muslim girl passing through that stage in her life I wanted to throw my hat into the ring. Samirah, for me, is such a realistic character, and I don't think rick even intended what I see when I think of her. She has her own understanding of what her faith means and I was so bowled over by the scene where she prays in the direction that feels right because she's just doing the best that she can! She's far away from home and there's nothing about this in the Qur'an but despite that all she still has faith in her deen and I think that that's so powerful. Even with this massive understanding of life and faith though she's still not perfect! She's still a girl with a crush and and axe and her wits doing the best that she can and sometimes she takes steps that other people would tear her apart for.

HOWEVER I still think that rick didn't do his research because I KNOW you did not do that on purpose, you were just spitballing and went "oh her found family? Yeah that's DEFINITELY her mahram"

#going to talk about the hijab bit in the tags because tbh it kinda scares me to talk about #but I just thought. Oh.#She's just like me.#She's just doing what she can #Sometimes muslim girls will take off their hijabs of their own accord #And other people #ESPECIALLY other muslims #Need to be okay with that #sometimes islamic communities can be so harsh to girls who don't strictly adhere to the faith and it was just interesting to see #how people responded to it #and it's hard to tell what people really take issue with #i don't believe that her taking her hijab off was unrealistic #i think it's exactly the kind of thing i would do #however i don't think rick had a clue #riordanverse #mcga #samirah al abbas #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase

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