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The shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldnât believe what Iâd become

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Started art journaling. Cover turned out awesome and Iâm doing a three page set. Itâs slow going.
Dark spirited away au. Someone mentioned Miyazaki in silverâs prompt channel and I had to write a prompt and do some art for it.
Prompt in question: dark spirited away au: Izuku and his mom are moving towns and she tries to take a detour through a strange tunnel. They end up in a seemingly abandoned town. His mom gets turned into a sheep for eating some of the food laid out for what Izuku learns are the spirits and gods of this place and Izuku nearly disappears but is saved by Toshinori who feeds him food for the place, who warns the boy that he needs to escape from this area. The food Toshinori gave Izuku keeps him from disappearing but also slowly bends his form to the realmâs inhabitants. The owner of this part of the world is Hisashi, an ancient river dragon who lost his family during a great drought. He uses the humans who come through this way to try and resurrect his dead wife and son. It doesnât help that Izuku looks identical to the dragonâs son.
People are welcome to use the prompt and au, just please credit me so I can see what you create đ
I can't not drawing it
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I've already the sketch đđ
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Gimme gimme
Please.
I want this fic! Someone please write this as Iâm awful with pacing stories.
Dadzawa, holding Izuku: Donât talk to me or my son ever again.
AFO: Thatâs my son, though.
Dadzawa: âŚ
AFO: âŚ
Dadzawa: Donât talk to me or your son ever again.
Eeraserheadâs sass!
Dad for One reveal
I love this so much!

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i think we should start taking pride in our bad english
There's no such thing as âbad englishâ. English itself is inherently bad. No language that spells 'colonel' that way gets to criticise other people for how they spell or speak it.
I used to be a spelling and grammar freak until I took a course on âHistory of the English Languageâ
As it turns out! When English spelling was standardized, the dictionary writers LITERALLY made the rules of âproper Englishâ super fucking hard on purpose because they didnât want âthe wrong sort of peopleâ (ie. 90% of English speakers) to be able to pass themselves off in High Society
Thatâs why English has so many bullshit grammar rules that make no sense about double negatives and split infinitives and stuff. To make sure that only people with years of training in the nonsensical and arbitrary rules of âproper speechâ could speak âproperlyâ
(Henry Higgins can get stuffed)
So yeah
If youâre expressing yourself and getting your point across, rock on, youâre speaking good English
And I have to teach it to 10 years olds. Life is so unfair sometimes.
An Intro To Indian Dishes, by BuzzFeed India
Food Network is shook!
Give this girl her own show!!!
âbecause mom said soâ is literally how i learned to cook iâm screaming
âyou donât have that kind of time, and are secretly wishing for this emotional releaseâ M O O D
If this ever pops up on the dash and I donât reblog, just assume Iâve died. đ¤đ¤đ¤
SHRISHTI DOES HAVE HER OWN SHOW. ITâS CALLED BEHENSPLAINING. AND ITâS ON NETFLIX AND YOUTUBE.
Yeahh Shrishti and Kusha review netflix films and shows itâs awesome!
*singsong* i need to watch this right this second
I need to cook like this. I only mix like 3 powders at maximum but from now on Iâm going full force
Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck
We forgot about it
I once signed up to participate in a study on how depression affects memory, forgot I was meant to go do it, and when I emailed to apologise to the PhD student running it she basically told me that a) she was very used to this happening and b) the weird irony of her theoriesâ correctness making it very difficult to arrange proving them had by now gone from infuriating to hysterical
I went to the Grand Canyon when I was depressed and I literally forgot the whole thing. Like, the only reason I even know I was there is that I have photographs of myself standing in front of the Grand Canyon with dead eyes but i have absolutely no memory of it
People talk about depression like itâs just being sad all the time but straight up your brain stops working and sadness is just one of the many, many consequences of that
I have barely any memories of the last two years of high school. Even a year or two after that I had more memories from before that time than during that time
As a teacher with anxiety, I can attest to this. Iâm starting my third year now but at the beginning of my second year, I could not for the life of me remember what I did for parts of the first day the first time. I still canât remember some parts.
This painting has been about a year in the making, from the initial sketch to this finished piece. It's gone through many iterations with the same general idea being there.
Materials:
Arrtx jelly cup gouache paints
Canson Montval water color paper
Copic opaque white

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you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog
Couldnât risk it.
didnât realize they change colors. now I know o gotta wish.
THIS SHIT IS REAL I GOT THE JOB I WAS NUTS ABOUT BC I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY maybe itâs a coinkidink but it okay just take the necessary steps to achieve what youâre wishing for and YOU CAN DO IT
Yadssss Iâm all for these đđđ
Worth a shot!
I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.
They were expecting military resistance. They werenât counting on bears.
Imagine coming to a hostile alien world and being attacked by a horde of creatures that can weigh up to 3 tons, run at 30Â km/h (19Â mph), and bite with a force of 8,100 newtons (1,800Â lbf).
By the time you realise that they can traverse water, itâs too late. The surviving members of your unit manage to make it back by shedding their excess gear and running for their lives; the slower ones were crushed to death within minutes.
You later describe the creature to one of the humans you captured, wanting to know the name of the monstrosity that will haunt your nightmares for cycles to come.
The human smiles as it speaks a single word, slowly and distinctly, in its barbaric tongue.
âHippopotamus.â
This is giving me the biggest, creepiest grin I might have ever grinnedÂ
Imagine being the next crew to go down to earth and thinking âitâs fine, we got this. We have the weapons and equipment necessary to deal with bears and *shudders* hippopotamuses. Weâll be fine.â
And at first you are, youâve learned how to dodge. Youâve learned where their territories are. You know how to defend yourself.
But then one night you are sleeping in your shelter. Youâre in a tree covered temperate part of earth. It seems benign. There are been no sightings of the dreaded âhipposâ around. Not even any bears. But there is a slight rustle of the undergrowth. You try and ignore it telling yourself it is just the wind.
Then you hear the rustle again. closer this time.
You peer out into the darkness but see nothing amongst the trees.
The rustle again and now you realise you can smell something. Itâs musky and slightly foul. Itâs the smell of an omen, a warning. But what of? Where is this smell coming from.
You sit up, but itâs too late. The foul smelling creature is on you. You are hit with 17kg of coarse fur and vicious bites. Long dark claws tear in to you and you are pinned down white the striped creature tries to bite your throat.
It takes some doing but you manage to wrestle free. Blood drips from your wounds and already they itch with the sign of infection. The creature has a bloodied snout, rust rad, mingling with the black and white hairs. It lets out a terrifying growl from the back of its throat and looks to attack again. Itâs between you and your knife, so your only choice is to back away.
Eventually the creature gives up and snuffles off in to the undergrowth, down a hole near your shelter you hadnât noticed before.
When you make it back to your base you once again consult the captive human.
âBadger.â they say, with a solemn nod.
One word: Moose
âOur vehicles are far superior to the local human models, in range, speed, armament, and any other metric you care to name! Nothing could possibly-â
BAMrumblerumblethumpcrash!!!
âThatâs called a moose.â
Wolverines.
Also.. dolphins.
The invasion is going slowly. The humans have caught on and are actively destroying information on the planetâs flora and fauna before Intelligence can capture and process it. All that they have are survivorsâ accounts. Bears. Hippos. Badgers. Moose. It is becoming obvious this mudball planet is a full-on Death World to the unprepared, and you are so very unprepared.
You lost Jaxurn to a plant. Not even a mobile or carnivorous plant, just one that caused a vicious allergic reaction on contact that killed him in less than a rai'kor. Commander Vura'ko died to an insect bite, a tiny local pest that sucked a tiny bit of her blood and apparently replaced it with a bit of its last meal, which was full of disease. Backwash. She died to bug backwash. And yet you honestly envy them after that⌠thing you encounteredâŚ
When you got back to base the quarantine officer refused to let you inside. They had to roll a containment tank outside to put you in, because you all knew there would be no chance of eliminating the smell if it got into the shipâs air ducts. Smell. You wonder if your nasal slit will ever recover from this stench.
And the smell would. Not. Leave. After incinerating your gear the Q.O. had you use every cleansing agent they could think of, including a few janitorial ones, and still everyone fled the stench if they were downwind of your tank. Desperate to protect everyoneâs nasal slits from the smell the quarantine officer interrogated the humans. From them, a glimmer of hope: there was a cure. Somehow the juice of a certain fruit on this mudball was the only thing that could break up the chemicals in the little horrorâs spray. Immediately the Q.O. sent a team to recover buckets of the stuff and made you bathe in it. That was hours ago and it didnât seem to be working, though. All it was doing was turning your blue skin an interesting shade of purple.
Sighing in frustration you wave the med-assist on duty over, who only approaches after checking the wind direction. Annoyed, you flip on the tank`s vox speaker.
âThe humans did say it was âgrapeâ juice that removed âskunkâ stench, right?â
Every night.Â
It came for someone almost every night.Â
Any soldier alone was a viable target for this native monster that moved unseen by any but the security viewers, usually only spotted in hindsight. They were taken as silently as this earth-monster moved. Sometimes theyâd find the remains in the morning taken up a tree and hung there, mostly eaten, as if it were a grisly reminder that the monster was still there, waiting unseen, to strike again.Â
What little they saw of the monster on the vidfeed showed true horror. Yellow eyes that shone with all the light it could gather. It had fangs as long as his grasping digits. Claws half that size formed curved hooks that allowed it to climb up their fortifications with impunity. And in the underbrush, its spots made it almost impossible to see clearly in the undergrowth, if it could be seen at all.
Even the native sentients, the humans, had a healthy respect and fear for it.Â
The earth natives called the monster a leopard. Â
It was a constant fear that muddied the senses, and let the monster hunt even more effectively as the soldiers were always on edge. Sleep deprived with fear, it made them even better targets for the monster.Â
But rumor was that there was worse on this planet. Rumors of a monster like a leopard but larger, and bigger in every imaginable sense. Stripped instead of spotted, which leaped from the underbrush with a sound.
A sound that burst eardrums, paralyzed entire units, and let the monster kill with impunity. While the Leopard wrestled soldiers down and ripped their throats out. This other monster, the Tiger, killed with its pounce alone.
âWeâve been through this,â Group Leader 455 snapped. âThe dissection of an Earth life form will help the scientists make weapons to combat the rest of this planetâs hellbeasts. And these are domesticated. Harmless.â
The troops were not-quite-looking at her in the way troops do when they donât want to be seen to contradict a ranking officer, but canât quite muster a correct Expression of Enthusiastic Assent. âThe name of this species,â she pointed out, âis synonymous with dullness and slowness in the language of the Earth barbarians.â Well, one language out of several thousandâthese creatures needed Imperial guidance more than any other world on recordâbut there was no point in confusing the rank and file.
More not-quite-looking. 455 bubbled a sigh and consulted her scanner. âThat one,â she decided. âAlone in the separate pasture. Scans suggest that itâs a male, which means itâs probably weaker. Possibly itâs kept isolated so that the females donât eat it before mating season. And yes, I know some of you are here on punishment detail, but youâre still soldiers of the Imperium. This squad is perfectly capable of handling a lone, helpless, pathetic male cow.â
Iâm enjoying this immensely. Wait until the aliens try Australia for sizeâŚ
It was a strange creature Tar'van glimpsed at on the vast island known to the humans as âAustraliaâ.
âI would warn you not to fuck with us, mate.â Their forced guide, a prisioner, had warned with a chilling grin upon capture. âIf you think a moose is bad, wait until you tango with a red back.â To this day Tar'van fears the creature known as the red back, and what horrors it would bring.
The prisioner turned out to be of little help,the stubboness of his people causing them to refuse the danger that the captured human warned of. Tar'van recalls a moment when one of his squad members approached a creature know as a dingo, insistent they had seen these creatures before and they were tame. They barely escaped with 5 of the original 7 members of his squad.
Another moment Tar'van recalls was the brutal mauling they witnessed by the hands of a creature called an âEmuâ
âDonât feel too bad,â the prisioner mocked. âWe lost a war to the Emuâs as well.â
Now with only 4 members of their squad left, including themself, Tar'van had learned to listen to the prisoner, to be wary of the simplest of creatures. This human was of the sub-species of âZookeeperâ after all.
The âZookeeperâ looks off to the distance, where the creature is.
âItâs a kangaroo, leave it be and youâll be fine.â Tar'van nods, a human signal of acknowledgement if they are correct. The human smiles a bit.
âThat creature cannot possibly harm us.â Tar'vanâs squadleader protests. âIt is so docile. I will aproach it and bring back itâs head to show this human is a fearmongering liar.â
The human reels back, a look of disgust crosses their face and anger passes through their eyes.
âFucking do it mate, I dare ya.â The human hisses. The squad leader puffs up their hoinn gland, a sign of pride to their species, and aproached the so called âKangarooâ.
âThis will be unpleasant.â A squadmate mutters as they watch their leader raise their fist and bring it down on the creature. The âKangarooâ looks a little stunned by the impact, before it raises itself upon its strong tail and uses its powerful heind legs to launch their squadleader backwards through the air.
Their squadleader lands upon the ground, unmoving with black blooded oozeing from them. It appears Tar'van is the squads leader now.
âI donât know what they expected.â the human says, smugness filling their tone. âKangaroos are fucking shreaded. 8-pack and all.â
Tar'van steps forward to the human, whom inches back in a sign of fear as Tar'van pulls their blade from its holster, and in their first act as leader, frees the human of the bonds around their hands.
âPlease,â Tar'van bags. âGet us back safely.â
@kryallaorchid, you guys really lost a war to emus? Why was it necessary?
oh, mate, you never mess with the emus.
(Jesus christ. Dont get us started on kangaroos)
They had faced Emuâs. They had lost one in the battle but had experienced them. But this was no emu.
Looking to their guide, they all stare in horror as his face changes from calculating to fear. Pure, heart consuming horror as he stares at the large bird. âCassowaryâŚâ They mimic him in fear. Squawking the horrific name as another joins the first in the mad run towards them.
The only ones to survive was the native guide and Tar'van. The guide was carrying the soldier over his shoulder as they made their way back to the settlement. Tar'van was a wreck. Periodically alternating between rocking in complete silence and whispering broken words in horror. When they consulted the native all he said was âIts springâŚ. Magpie seasonâŚâ
âListen up, troops. This armour upgrade has been tested both in the laboratories of the best Imperial military scientists and in the field. We are impervious to the stings of any insect on this hellhole of a planet, striped or not! We can brave the perils of its wildlife, and conquer it at long last! Revenge for our fallen companions! Glory to the Emperor!â
âExcuse me,â the native Terran guide speaks up in a tired tone, and the squadâs cheers die on their lips. âThis is Japan. You havenât seen whatââ
âSilence, worm! No sting can penetrate this plating!â
The guide tries to warn them once again, merely earning a blow that throws them to their knees. The troops set out, morale high, certain in their ability to brave the wildlife now and thirsting for vengeance against the non-sentient native species. One soldier thumps his fist against a tree. A hollow sound follows.
In an instant, the soldier is the centre of a storm of the striped insects. At first, no one pays it any mind. Their little stings cannot penetrate the new plating, after all.
But then the soldier falls to his knees, and the squad stares in horror as the insects enclose him in layer upon layer of their own bodies, all moving. The squadâs medic yells a warning at everyone to stay back, watching the readouts of the unfortunate soldierâs armour on their diagnostic screen with undisguised horror. The insects arenât even stinging. They simply keep moving, one atop the other, and the soldierâs body temperature is slowly rising until he drops to the ground, quite literally cooked alive. The insect swarm takes off, unharmed save for the ones that were crushed when the trooper fell.
Finally asked about what happened, the human sighs. âJapanese honeybees. They do this to wasps, too.â
âHow?â You ask. âHow has your species dominated this planet?âÂ
The human bares its teeth. A smile, they call it. Something humans do when they are happy. Yet you canât help but think of all the creatures with the their large fangs and sharp teeth. (What kind of species uses a threat signal as a sign of happiness?)
âPersistence and ingenuity.â The human answers, still smiling.Â
It doesnât matter that this one is your prisoner. Humans, you decide, are as terrifying as their planet. Â
âAnd scattered about it ⌠were the Martiansâdead!âslain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all manâs devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his wisdom, had put upon this earth.âÂ
â HG Wells, The War of the Worlds,1898
Iâm picturing aliens going up against a hoard of Canadian geese, or a swan.
I think at that point theyâd just give up.
Or fire ants
No one even MENTIONED snakes yetâŚ
This thing gets better EVERY FUCKING TIME I SEE IT.
âLet us try the creatures that the humans keep for domestic companionshipâ
âIs that a miniature tiger?â
âWhy does this human own a small pack of wolves?â
The aliens ask their human captive why small wolves live with them.Â
âOh, you mean dogs? Yeah, theyâre the only animals that can keep up with us.â
The aliens look at each other in fear. âWhat do you mean?â
âOh well thatâs why you guys âwonâ is because humans arenât super fast or strong. I think my middle school biology teacher called us pursuit predators? It means we evolved to hunt things by following them at walking pace until they had to stop to sleep and then catching up to them then. Dogs are the only animals that can keep up with us. Did you know one time a pack of wolves tailed a herd of caribou for three days straight?â
âUh⌠okay, what about these small round things with big teeth?â
âOmg dude no if you give a hamster enought time that little fucker can chew through concrete :)â
The aliens wonder if the surrender of humanity was a trap.
I have to reblog it again because additions and because this sort of posts actually make me grin really really nasty. And i LOVE.
âAre you really sure this creature is not dangerous?âÂ
The aliens eyed the weird looking animal the human was holding in its hands like it was a deadly weapon. So far this damn planet had been one huge death trap at every corner. How humans had managed to not only survive but even thrive in such a dangerous place was beyond logic.
âDude itâs just a regular toad. Do you think I would be holding it if it was the poisonous one?â
The aliens immediately squirmed in unison at the mention of poison, but the human shrugged it off. By this point they were afraid of pretty much everything on Earth, so in order to keep them guessing and blur the lines which was safe and unsafe even more, some humans would handle some animals directly.Â
Like in this case, where a confused toad miscalculated a jump and landed on top of one of the aliens, sending them all screaming like banshees. The human however just picked the poor animal up before they decided to blast it, before it had a chance to attack them again.Â
âI swear, the worst it can do to you is just miss a jump and flop on you again before if runs away.â
Before anyone else could say or do anything, the toad inflated its vocal pouch in an attempt to do an intimidating croak and get the human to release it, since struggling wasnât working.
Rather than be scared by this new feature the squad leader approached in fascination. âWow, I didnât know there were creatures here who possess a hoinn glanâŚ.â
At that very exact moment the toadâs tongue flew out and hit the alien nearly in the eye. But the speed and sticky saliva were more than enough to make it scream so loud, it was like the alien had been hit with acid instead. The rest of the squad was soon to follow in the panic, thinking their leader had been the next victim of Earthâs cruel wildlife.
âUps. Forgot to mention these guys also have a huge tongue they can shoot out without warning.â the human said in a not very sincere apologetic tone, while enjoying the chaos cause by a single amphibian.Â
Imagine the reaction to a swamp gator.
What if they pissed off a crow?
After five years, this baby is finally done!!!!
he was just fOU R
This is really cool! Well done.
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Missing scene from Arcadia??
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Its coming along nicely!
Making a poster for my friend who teaches sixth grade. Her theme is survivor. Iâm quite happy with how itâs turning out. I didnât make the design but I have had to edit smaller details out. I wanted to share my progress.