#as i shake the rust off

[atdusk]

v. tiny starter call ?

#𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 * ━━━ ooc. #idk whose still around #& these will probs be small #as i shake the rust off

[batbabydamian]

hihi! i’m the anon that asked what your damijon looked like! AND THEY WERE SO CUTE OMGMG, but i’d also like to ask what your super sons damijon looks like as well? 🥹 tyty 🙏

hii thank you for that ask, and i'm glad you liked it!! here's a super sons ^^

#ask #damian wayne #jon kent #damijon #jondami #idk if this is shippy enough for these tags but also jic for muting purposes #i checked the last time i ever drew something shippy and it was 2021 asdfgh #it was nice to shake off a bit of the rust so ty again!! #i struggled deciding to keep an older Damian in the Robin suit but i just couldn’t think of anything else he would wear 😭 #so my interpretation is this is around his later teens when he would give up Robin #…my last ship art was velmilla if anyone knows it LOL my beloved tales rarepair… #batbabyart

[khytal]

kamen rider :]

(bonus)

#(sound on) #kamen rider #shinji kido #ankh (ooo) #eiji hino #takeshi hongo #hayato ichimonji #deneb #khyt.art #I owe my cravat brush my entire life #starting to shake the rust off hfjhgjfd

[taffywabbit]

local silly girl tries to learn something new, dozens injured

(this caption could refer to Claire or myself and it would still generally apply)

#SLARPG #super lesbian animal rpg #claire higsby #fun fact: this is the first traditional piece I've inked in at least 3 years #(it is also the one i was working on at that wedding i mentioned) #it's been fun to shake the rust off and push myself to work traditionally here and there when i have some time to kill #anyways i wanna colour this traditionally too but I'm posting this now in case i lose motivation or mess something up #furry art #witch #taffy art

[munadrawson]

🐙🦑💕💓

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A yaki date.

#shivrye #fryver #shiver hohojiro #frye onaga #shiver x frye #frye x shiver #splatoon 3 #splatoon #frye #shiver #frye splatoon #shiver splatoon #Hi Tumblr peeps! Sorry for the lack of art and silence. I was in Bangladesh visiting families for three weeks. I'm back! #Sorry chibi again. I want to draw something quick and shaking off the rust #Both of their outfits are so cute!!! #Also shiver's outfit is a callout: “Same purple jacket. Same purple jacket.” #Kaiten-yaki vs. Oban-yaki vs. Imagawa-yaki splatfest #splatfest #yaki splatfest #lesbian #wlw

[cohlumbo]

Gibson Girl, Rust Cohle (i)

🥃: HD link, (ii)

#the tags asked for it & my mind couldn't shake it off🧎 #im nothing if not a victim to the inner circle. this happened to my buddy ledoux #yk the drill click on YT for HD & come back here for part ii cause tumblr forced me to split this into 2 parts #this was done in -12 minutes and has the consistency of benadryl fuckin #icba to snip & trim this any prettier so you get exactly half #as my bush so too my videos or something #true detective #truedetectiveedit #true detective s1 #rust cohle #marty hart #maggie hart #MAGGIE MY GIRL!!!!! your ass too perfect your choices too bad your swag too tough they'll killyou #she was a joy to edit but i said it before & ill say it again. who dropped her between two kinsey 5's in a midlife crisis n left her there #literally worst family dynamic to be in in all of louisiana. short of the actual childress house mayb... im so sorry 4 all that maggie #for this (1) video cohle is not only a lesbian to us but also a homewrecker soft butch

[rennyrose]

your liv and raz are my beloveds because (as a system) i've never seen good system representation in media and the love and appreciation you give them is so good. ily

And ily Random Citizen

#I appreciates that brah thank you #sometimes I get a bit nervous and worried about coming across as insensitive or demeaning when it comes to this kind of stuff #but I’m happy you’ve enjoyed the bois yehhhhhhh #it’s been a few days since I’ve been able to scrib but luckily razlo is p good at shaking off the rust #can’t believe I have to crop meryl’s itty bitty tiddy for this smh #but I don’t think I shared Rs watching the most obnoxious fumbling in real time scrib here yet #there is a plot to that bottom scrib but I haven’t finished scribblin it yet adjfjskdjd #razlo the trip of death #razlo the tri punisher of death #livio the double fang #meryl stryfe #drawing #sketch #digital art #art #trigun #trigun maximum #fan art #trigun manga

[glitchpaladin]

#lottiematthewsedit #yellowjacketsedit #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #ive forgotten everyone that i could tag so pls lemme know if you want tags in my sparing ass gifsets #trying to shake off rust #gifs* #anyways i love her little nose wrinkle and her not being here for the cabin always

[oooocleo]

hand studies 🤲!

#my art #studies #i did these to shake off some rust #ill tell u a secret and its that clawed hands r much easier to draw than hands w regular human fingers+nails haha

[mossgrem]

#I am late and definitely not doing all the prompts buuuut #I gotta shake off the drawing rust somehow ;3 #deltarune #spamton #spamtober #kris #kris dreemurr #edit: so that was a fucking lie and school ate all my time whoops <3

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 2

Pairing: Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: nudity, vague medicine

Missed Chapter 1?

Red Menace

It took the better part of an hour to drag your new friend to the spring and another good chunk of time to tug him out of his clothes. Wet clothes were a pain in the ass to deal with in the first place, but this guy seemed to be wearing everything in a size too small, which made it worse. The clothes were now laid out in the sun, post-rinse in the spring. After exerting yourself, you felt your stomach cramp. Well... I can't do anything on an empty stomach. Fishing around in your pile of goodies, you felt the strap of the goggles you had found. Shrugging, you threw them over your head. They thumped against your chest, too big to stay on top of your head. Fishing around some more, you found one of the jars. Cracking it open, you gave Blondie a brief once-over to triage the situation. You gave the jar's contents a cautionary sniff. Oh! Spiced peaches. What a treat! Slurping back a few slices straight from the jar, you put your hand on your hip and contemplated the next step. You wiped your mouth on your shoulder before kneeling down.

Luckily, most of Blondie's injuries seemed shallow, but there was a gash in his thigh and he definitely had a head laceration. Idly, you hoped that he didn't have a skull fracture under that lac. The guy had barely twitched or made any indication he was alive. A quick look at his pupils and a cursory cranial groping gave you some relief that it was just a flesh wound. Pressing your knuckles against his sternum and rubbing earned you a grimace and a groan from him. "Hey... there you are, pal. That's great." You patted his chest. There was a sound of tearing fabric as you sacrificed a piece of your shirt to make a rag. Being in saltwater for however long definitely helped keep the wounds clean but the sand from the beach and the dirt that you may or may not have dragged him through were not exactly infection prevention. It didn't take long to clean away the dried blood and grime. Actually, it seemed like he was in better shape than you initially thought, just the two main injuries and a series of random scrapes and bruises. He probably did lose a good bit of blood though, hence his current state. 

You hummed to yourself, pleased with the progress. It was strange. This feeling of giddiness. Certainly, it was because of this shake-up in your miserable island life, but it was an unfamiliar feeling nonetheless. Honestly, you didn't remember the last time you felt even a sliver of hope. How sad. It was a bit preemptive to get excited about anything. What if no one was coming for him? What if they were but they didn't want to help you? What if he died? What if he lived and murdered her? He can fucking try. That made you laugh a little. But you supposed that was really what hope was about in the first place, the potential that something good could happen. At the very least, you could be stuck here together. Maybe he was friendly. He's sure not bad to look at.

With your good eye, you appraised your work. Unfortunately, you didn't have any supplies to properly stitch Blondie up and the rag tied around his wound would have to work until you could make a trip to snag your kit. "Fantastic news, Mini. My memory has been refreshed in the dicknballs department," you mumbled, draping a leaf over him to protect his dignity. "Can you watch him for a minute while I get my things?" You looked expectantly towards a mound of brush. "Come on. Stop ignoring me. I know you're there." Sighing, "Look, I will share my peaches with you. I'm sorry I ate your melon." You stood up to leave. Mini was fairly reliable, except when you made her mad. She would probably still do what you asked this time since she was most likely just as curious about the island's newest inhabitant. His clothes will probably be dry once I get him patched up too. 

It took a little too long for you to notice that the birds had gotten quiet. You were already at a disadvantage, having only one eye, and you could never use observation haki, not to mention you had been fairly pre-occupied. There was a pressure against your throat that dragged you backwards. Your hands reflexively tried to pry the...the goggles? away from your neck. What the fuck? 

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? KILLER."

The words deafened you. At the same time, the wind was knocked out of you and your feet were no longer touching the ground. Wood scratched the back of your legs. The tightness around your neck increased. Your vision probably would have been doubled for a second if it was physically possible. A few seconds went by before you realized your situation. An ogre held you by the neck against a tree. 

"ARE YOU DEAF? I ASKED A QUESTION."

"If I was deaf, how would I hear you a second time?" You rasped. You may not be used to being happy or giddy, but fighting and being a total asshole was second nature. "I'm- not- a killer." It was the truth in this instance only. It was a mistake to only have one hand on you. He probably didn't expect it. The balls were everyone's disarming go-to. You kicked him as hard as you could straight in the throat. He held you high enough that it was an easy target. Instantly, you hit the floor and assumed a fighting position, removing the goggles around your neck so he couldn't get you however he got you in the first place. 

He was on his hands and knees coughing. Not an ogre, but a sopping wet beast. He must have washed up in a separate place and moved before I got around to it. For the first time, you took in the man before you. You'd seen hundreds of wanted posters. "Oh, what the fuck? You're Eustass 'Captain' Kid." Which means... "Killer"... Blondie is Massacre Soldier Killer. 

#I haven't written in 5 years please bear with me while I shake the rust off #one piece #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader x killer #marooned

[illumoonated]

marin ette ette

#marinette dupain cheng #mlb #illumoonated art #illumoonated #miraculous ladybug #fan art #marinette #miraculous #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #shaking off the rust — i can draw ;v;

[owlafterhours]

Loader 4 x 621, combat-ready (and playing with his tts) and casual \o/! etc. stuff under cut;

lots of pockets!

probably decently good for rubicon for real, asides from maybe having a few too many strap but w/e

it's a fairly modular outfit though, easy to adjust for different circumstances.

I wanted to keep some scrappiness to it! not too sleek or smooth, but i did want to make it a bit chunkier hmm

the casual version is also fairly outdoor work, practical stuff.

the finder eye does help him 'see' but honestly he's not a fan of the vibe, so he makes do with a white cane he scounged from...somewhere! it's very old. there's an upgrade in the works.

#armored core 6 #c4 621 #vaguely feel like i want to go a biiiit further with this but #for now!!!! #i feel the rust shaking off a bit #owlscratch #ah i forgot the patches #aiyo.... #coral containment sphere

[here2bbtstrash]

might just be opening up drabble requests soon........... what do we think 👀

#mposting #lmk if y'all would be interested !! #i think it might help me shake the rust off writing wise #and i have a cute lil theme idea ✨ #i need like 2 weeks to take care of some final moving things #so meet me here early december???

[carnageform]

2024✨🎆

#i was busy yesterday so this is a day late ish #shaking the art rust off is good #ys series #adol christin #i hope th new year starts off well for everyone #my art

[lukin08]

Up In The Air- Chapter 1

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated: T

WC: 1234

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

Also available on AO3 here

Happy Birthday @kristoffxannafanatic! This is as much her story as it is mine and please consider her the co-author. I just managed to write down all our ideas! Hope you enjoy

10:50

There really was no point in checking the time, he already knew before he looked.  Kristoff sat his phone down and leaned forward on the bench at the foot of the bed, elbows on his thighs as he scrubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger of one hand.  He hated this.  Only ten minutes to go and it felt like an eternity.  Five months of hustling, mostly on his own dime in the hopes that he would even get noticed had all boiled down to the longest ten minutes of his life.

He sat up and looked around.  It was oddest feeling whenever he was back home, sitting in his old room with almost all the remnants of his childhood stripped away.  It was a neutral color now, with a new bed and bland as any guest bedroom you would imagine.  But there still were the nicks on the closet from where Kristoff used to lean his hockey sticks against and a couple trophies his mother didn’t have the heart to throw out were on the dresser.  A few remaining snippets of a simpler time.

A week had gone by since he first graced his parent’s doorstep.  It was the longest stint he’d been home since the summer before his senior year of college.  That was well over ten years ago and he’d been a nomad the whole time since.  He had to admit it was comforting to be back home.  It had been an anchor for him during the chaos of the week and the thought of wanting to stay had started to creep up on him.  Now he was stuck between the desire to escape from the reminder this wasn’t his room or even his home anymore and the intense pull that was calling for a sense of some permanence.  In ten- no, eight- minutes he’d know if he’d be able to answer that pull.

This was better than the other candidates had for sure.  While the others went back to their temporary barracks, Kristoff came home to a comfortable bed and most importantly, his parents.  One of the many benefits of being local, a piece of information Kristoff had kept close to his chest the entire process.  His days and nights had been long, but he always took the time to sit with his mom and dad for a bit before heading upstairs and collapsing into bed.  He felt bad he hadn’t been able to spend more time with them.  Regardless of the outcome of the call at 1100 hours, Kristoff was going to take the next week off to decompress and spend some real time with them before heading back to Norfolk.

He thought about going downstairs since no one was home.  His mother promised she’d be out of the house until after lunch, but he knew her too well.  It would be all too convenient for her to have “forgotten” something and come home and he really didn’t want an audience for what most likely was going to be a polite rejection.  There were only eight pilots after all that flew for the Navy’s Blue Angels, and four were returning from the previous season.  Four open slots for the 90 candidates that started officially with him in April.  Now they were down to 20 vying for those 4 positions.  He knew the odds, had rehearsed what to say to sound professional when the rejection came.  But still…there was something that also told him to plan for what to say just in case it was a yes.  He would want to sound excited, but not like some idiot screaming and jumping up and down.  Kristoff shook the thought from his head, accepting the impending rejection.

10:55

Kristoff sat and reflected on the events that led him here.  He had officially put his formal application for the Blue Angels in February through his Naval chain of command.  By March his application had been accepted and he was on his way to his first airshow.  Spring was a blur, with his everyday duties during the week, followed by a rush to an airshow whenever he could to shadow the team by sitting on team briefs, post show activities and social events all to haul it back to base Sunday night to start the week again.     

The application process was described to him like rushing a fraternity.  Something Kristoff knew nothing of except that he probably wouldn’t be good at it.  But he did understand the game.  The process objectives were clear: meet the candidates and find out if they were the type of people you want to be part of your organization.  The team needed to get to know the individual and Kristoff’s personality wouldn’t get him there attending one or two shows.  So, he showed them his tenacity attending as many events as he could, talking to each team member on an individual basis, meeting the fans, showing them what he could do.

10:57

Whatever he did worked because by June he received an invitation to Pensacola for finalist week in July.  Now he was at the end of the time that had consisted of a dizzying number of activities – dinner with the team only, dinner with team and families, social beach party with team and families, strength tests, the briefs/shows/debriefs, and the dreaded interview.

All 16 Blue Angels officers from the different departments were at the interview and they each asked him one question.  He had taken the time to prepare for it, just by thinking about some things that were important to him.  It didn’t matter how many flight hours he had or the combat missions he flew.  Everyone sitting on the interviews had the same qualifications as him.  Kristoff told himself to be honest at all costs.  It was the only way it would work.  He had once made a promise to see this through and he was going to keep it.

10:59

He came out of the interview feeling good about it.  At the very least, if he didn’t get the job, he knew he had given them everything he could.  His dad casually mentioned that evening the officer who was renting his place had been transferred and the family were leaving by September and maybe they should hold off putting a listing up.  

It was all too convenient and too hopeful. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to have that conversation yet.

Kristoff’s alarm went off.  He grabbed the phone and took a deep breath. The moment of truth was here.  He had a five-minute window to call the Boss.  His commanding officer at his base in Norfolk had let him in on a little secret.  If the Boss put you on speaker, you were in, otherwise you were out.  Kristoff placed the call trying to keep his hands from shaking too much.  

“Lieutenant Commander Bjorgman,” he identified himself and was asked to hold.  

A minute later Boss Kesselring answered then said “hold on a sec.”  Kristoff heard the unmistakable change in background sound of being put on speaker.  His heart raced as he only had an instant of prep for what the Boss was going to tell him.

“You there Bjorgman?”

“Yes, sir.”

There was a moment of silent before a group of voices yelled in unison, “Welcome to the team asshole!”

#up in the air #Edin what did you write #up in the air chapter 1 #kristanna #frozen #anna #kristoff #Kristoff Bjorgman #shaking the rust off #Its been so long since I posted anything #Tw: military #If you don't like that aspect then stop reading