#make of that what you will

[ssstrawberryflowers]

another date, this time with ferrie

+croissants that shall unfortunately be given to filth

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #ferryman ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabv1el #ferrygabe #ferrygabv1el #v1gabe #fan art #my art #would've drawn a background in the second one if i knew what to choose #also the stores in the first one are just. first thing that came to mind #in the third one Gabriel is fidgeting with his loincloth btw #make of that what you will #i am aware i drew ferryman's holy cloth like shit in that same first one i'm sorry #he/him ferryman btw; just dresses femme #i sometimes feel so dumb drawing stuff like this #like “why are you drawing this about ultrakill this makes no sense it's stupid unrealistic oversugary mush you fucking dumbass” #yeah. that's how it goes in my brain lol

[delyth88]

I was watching Avengers the other day and noticed something I haven't ever joined the dots on before.

In this shot of Barton just before he shoots the arrow at the helicarrier, he's pale, sweating, and has dark circles under his eyes. I can only assume this is due to having been under the influence of the sceptre for the last few days.

And then there's this more familiar shot of Loki having just come through the tesseract's portal...

...pale, sweating, and with dark circles under his eyes.

Barton still has those bright blue eyes that indicate he's under the direct influence of the sceptre, and Loki doesn't.

So what I'm concluding from this is that Loki was recently under the direct influence of the sceptre just before he was sent to earth.

This direct control was removed before he was sent, but he remains under the more indirect influence that the sceptre has on people nearby (e.g. the Avengers on the helicarrier). We see his physical health improve the longer he's on earth, which would work with this theory, and this is the same as how Barton recovers after the influence is removed.

I'd never subscribed to the theory that Loki was under the direct control of the sceptre at any point during Avengers, but this makes me think it's very likely he was being directly controlled by it for a period of time shortly before he was sent to earth.

Maybe this was some form of conditioning? Maybe it's easier for the sceptre to influence someone indirectly after they've been directly connected with it? I don't know. Possibly these effects were due to something else, but since Endgame we know it's not travel by tesseract that causes this. Although there's a possibility whatever the SHIELD scientists did on this end of the portal could have had some effect. But it's just too similar a set of symptoms to be unrelated.

I curse it again that we were never given more of Loki's story with Thanos in the series or the Avengers films!!!

#anywho #make of that what you will #i'm late to the party #but i'm here now #and maybe this is of interest to the new Loki fans #if so. welcome! :) #loki #og loki #avengers 2012 #meta #loki meta

[whumpster-dumpster]

"Please, I can't lose you."

"You've never 'had' me in the first place."

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #make of that what you will #angst

[shoesallinaline]

Yes Bertie, please tell me more about how Jeeves is sort-of like your wife and how you would do “all sorts of other things” to help him feel appreciated. Be specific.

#jooster #jeeves and wooster #also want to point out that jeeves and the unbidden guest is one of the earliest stories #make of that what you will #jeeves and the unbidden guest #my man jeeves #p. g. wodehouse

[apollos-boyfriend]

my boyfriend is so good at pickup lines this bitch hit me with the “are you JFK because i have the familial urge to shoot you in the street right now” earlier and now i dream of kissing him under the moonlight

#icarus speaks #for context: #1. he was holding a camera #2. his dad was part of the CIA #make of that what you will

[sssammich]

collateral pt2

author's note: this is a continuation of the 'captive prompt' fic snippet. this story has now taken a life of its own but i'm not sure what the direction is until we get there. consider it a slow burn, angst with a happy ending, with an introduction of a rarepair. endgame supercorp...eventually.

thanks for reading. send me prompts

part 1

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Kara heard the starting swell of the music from the live band, the notes from the trumpet flowing out onto where she found herself now: a restricted garden area of the estate, muted slightly with the now closed door behind her. She rushed to the metal railing overlooking the gardens and gripped the top of it, fruitlessly shaking it in her grasp if only to release some of the stifled restlessness inside of her. 

As the music continued playing, Kara knew this as the moment that Lena danced with Jack for the first time as husband and wife. How they swayed together in the middle of the dance floor, her floor-length dress swishing from side to side. Her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist. The two of them looking into each other’s eyes and smiled. They were a perfect snapshot of a happy, perfect couple on their happy, perfect day.

It was a scene that she didn’t have the strength to witness for herself. She was sure the inevitable wedding photos and videos would remind her, but she’d rather not hurt herself any more than she absolutely had to.

She hastily wiped the tears from her face, shutting her eyes closed to stop the tears from descending down her face and dropping onto her bridesmaid’s dress. She took a deep breath through her nose before exhaling out of her mouth. God, how she wished she had another drink before escaping. Or a smoke. Lena smoked when she was nervous or stressed. She’d even taken a drag just before she walked down the aisle. Kara should have pocketed it or something for this very occasion.

She knew she would need to go back in there soon, but the allure of leaving entirely and starting fresh elsewhere just to give her heart a fighting chance felt more and more appealing by the second.

“If you glare at that poor rosebush any longer, it might just catch on fire.”

Startled by the sound, Kara jumped slightly back from where she stood, her hip hitting the railing as her teary vision found Andrea, one of Lena’s longtime friends from their boarding school days if she recalled correctly, standing there with an arm across her chest while the other rested on it as she held a lit cigarette between two long fingers.

“I wasn’t g-glaring.” She shut her mouth, mad at herself for stuttering. “What are you doing here?”

Andrea tilted her head and held out the hand holding her burning cigarette. What else, she gestured. 

She watched the red embers from the tip of the cigarette. Then, “Do you have another one?”

That seemed to earn her a curious arched brow, but Kara only shrugged. Seemingly satisfied, or perhaps not simply not caring, Andrea opened her other hand to reveal the pack of cigarettes and her small gold lighter.

“Not what I would have expected from you, Pulitzer.”

“My name’s not Pulitzer,” she said, her tone defensive even as she took a cigarette and carefully rolled it between her fingers. “And you don’t know me.”

“No, can’t say that I do.”

Andrea deftly opened her lighter with a flick, the golden flame lit up between them as Kara, novice that she was, tried to light her cigarette. Kara placed the butt of the cigarette between her lips and puckered before she inhaled and let the smoke fill her lungs as best she could. Inevitably, unsurprisingly, that one pull was enough for her to cough and barely cover her mouth as she turned away to clear her airways of smoke.

“Did know that, though.”

She wanted to glare away the smirk on the woman’s face. Determined, she took another hit and let the warmth take over, if only to focus her mind. She turned her head and exhaled away the smoke from the corner of her mouth before quickly doing it again.

“You know you can’t get drunk smoking cigarettes.”

She huffed, the smoke coming out through her nostrils as she made a face at the other woman. 

Andrea only smiled before she put her hand up, thumb over the pack of cigarettes and lighter to hold them in place, as a show of surrender. “Relax. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.”

Then, as if demonstrating, Andrea brought her own cigarette to her mouth, the light colored filter sat against the rouge of her lips and inhaled. She stared expectantly at Kara as the smoke settled momentarily in her lungs before eventually the smoke wisps came through the side of her mouth. 

Kara watched her, fascinated, even as she let her own cigarette continue to burn unsmoked between her fingers. They stood there in silence with one another, Kara slowing herself down with each drag, the smoke a putrid smell to her senses but it was something to focus on. She looked at the wall straight ahead of her, every now and again glancing at her unexpected companion. Woven between the wisps of smoke between them was what she could only assume was Andrea’s perfume. Something surprisingly fresh, floral. Not something Kara would have guessed for the other woman. Kara might have considered something warmer, darker.

“So which one?” Andrea asked aloud, breaking the silence between them, just as she finished her cigarette, dropping it by her feet so she could squash it with her shoe.

Kara scrunched her face. “Which one what?”

“Which one are you in love with?”

“I—” Her brows jumped to her hairline in surprise before her jaw dropped as she tried to find her voice.

“Lena, right?”

“I’m not—”

Andrea shook her head even as she waved her hand dismissively. “I’m not judging. It doesn’t matter, either way. But it’s her, isn’t it?”

Kara’s face scrunched as she thought about her options. She could lie. She’d been doing it for years, after all. But she was tired. And, at this point, it might do her some good to be honest even if it was just with one other person. 

She looked away before nodding her head, ashamed of herself. Yet the confession lifted something up inside of her; she felt lighter, even just for a moment. 

Andrea hummed as she wrapped her arms around herself. “There are worse people to pick, if it’s any consolation.”

Kara scoffed. “It’s not. But thanks.”

Andrea then gripped the remainder of Kara’s cigarette and plucked it out of her hand.

“Hey!”

“I won’t be responsible for your nicotine addiction. Let’s go back inside. If you really want to nurse a broken heart, that’s what the open bar is for.”

Kara watched as Andrea snuffed out her cigarette with the same shoe she used earlier and clutched at Kara’s now free hand, dragging her back through the doors. She could protest—should, really—but instead, powerless and resigned, she let herself be pulled back into the fray unaware of how she gripped the other woman’s hand tightly in hers like a lifeline.

When Kara reentered the grand hall, she winced at the cacophony of sounds and smells and sights. She winced slightly, adjusting her glasses with her free hand when she realized that her other hand was still firmly held in Andrea’s. She should let go, and eventually, she did. But if she let her joined hands linger for just a beat longer, Andrea said nothing about it. 

She stepped forward and turned her body slightly towards the other woman. “Thanks. For earlier. And if you could—” 

“I won’t tell. Don’t worry.” 

She nodded, but then paused. “Why not?” 

“What do you mean? Did you want me to?” 

“No! I mean—I just don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me right now.” 

“Would you rather I kick a girl while she’s down?” 

She pouted. “Is this just pity?” 

“Ah, querida, you’ll know if it’s pity.” 

“Then what is this? What are you doing?” 

Andrea eyed her intently, then made a point to scan the room until she found what she was looking for. Curiously, Kara followed her gaze and it landed on the wedded couple talking to some random group of grandparents several tables away. 

“Helping. I’m helping.” 

She was just about to ask why when they heard the clink of the utensils against glass, urging for the newlywed to kiss. 

Kara watched helplessly as Jack dipped Lena and kissed her, the grand hall filled with cheers and applause. When she turned to Andrea, the other woman had already been staring at her, as if to answer her unspoken question: that’s why. 

“Come on. You need liquor.”

#samfic: collateral #that's the title #make of that what you will #will eventually string these snippets together and form a proper chapter for ao3 #in the meantime pls enjoy or not? or whatever make your choices #samfic #supercorp #superrojas

[daxwormzz]

Finally built up the courage to post my Laurence design

#my art #bloodborne #bloodborne fanart #laurence the first vicar #laurence bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #bloodborne micolash #micolaurence #? #I guess #i dont actually #know if I’m a micolaurence guy tbh #I like whatever hypothetical acedemic rivalry they probably had though #me when the schism #anyways I don’t think Laurence ever smiles #it’s not cause he’s unhappy usually. he’s just like that #make of that what you will

[theparadoxmachine]

It came to my attention recently that there is a squishmallow unicorn that looks exactly like Izzy Hands if he was an actual unicorn

I'm not alone in this, y'all see it too right?

Anyway somehow it wandered into my cart while I was buying dog food, no idea how that happened

Izzycorn pictured with his new bedmates

**Edited because what kind of asshat was I to not provide a link

#izzy hands #if you tasked me to make a squishmallow of izzy this is exactly what i would have come up with #I'm in my 30s and i refuse to be embarrassed by how much joy this brings me #the black with the grey #the gold accents #he's bigger than i thought he'd be #make of that what you will #putting izzy and the penguin together is a disaster waiting to happen

[asparklethatisblue]

You heard of Batcis, now get ready for Fitzbat.

More Vampire AU, this time Francis has turned James, though there’s still much to get used to about new abilities

#fitzier #james fitzjames #francis crozier #the terror #vampire au #my art #Fun fact among Discworld vampires the women can’t transform their clothes when turning into a bat #make of that what you will

[tiredspacedragon]

An idea that has the potential to be very culturally insensitive if handled wrong but possibly quite fun if done right is a Bionicle Human AU where everyone's ethnicity/cultural background is determined by the origin of their names. Naturally this would make most of the early characters Maori or Rotuman, but from there it would branch out into gems such as Welsh Ehrye, German Orkahm, either British or French Dume, and my personal favourite, all of the Glatorian and Agori being time-displaced Romans, with the exception of Kiina, who is a Celt who got dragged along for the ride and is deeply unhappy about it.

#bionicle #bonkle #i've been naming a lot of bonk ocs lately and thought of this while browsing etymology #other winners include: #no one knows where the piraka are from #most matoran and toa introduced in 2006/2007 are one flavour or another of slavic #and at least half the barraki and several makuta are englishmen #make of that what you will

[gelatosushix]

Ponytail Yuta is now my favorite genre of art

#inuokko #ottoge #toge x yuuta #inumaki toge #okkotsu yuuta #digital sketch #jujutsu kaisen #heian era au #bodyguard au #under the blossom snow #pinned up kimono sleeves is literally the equivalent of rolled up shirt sleeves on men #make of that what you will

[neetclown]

Referencing tails gets trolled next to the tell tale heart should be forbidden, and yet here we are.

#my art #art #fanart #doodle #meme #shitpost #sonic the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #knuckles the echidna #knuxpio #knuxspio #didnt sleep for two days and drew these so #make of that what you will #tw drugs #humanization

[ctrb92]

Pro: It was exactly what I expected

Contra: It was exactly what I expected

#make of that what you will #fabbricante di lacrime #the tearsmith

[flamdoodles]

So um.

Yeah.

#flamiart #flamdoodles #digital art #digital drawing #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent fanart #hastur #the king in yellow #tongue #my brain slammed me against a wall and said DRAW HIS T O N G U E #make of that what you will #cough ridges cough

[koukaaa-descent]

I really like the jester if you can't tell. anyways this thing is named lamp. totally not because the mask glows when its popped &hunting or anything. uhhuh

#lethal company #lethal company jester #lethal company masked #koukart #i am a normal individual and i can be trusted around jesters and masks #i love drawing the jester its so silly goofy #this is my dog i feed it corpses and gravel #this is kind of like that image of the tiny rabbit that loves its huge 3x larger partner #make of that what you will

[the-dragon-girl-27]

Commission I did for @aprilflowers2040

If Kingdom Hearts had a world themed around The Great Mouse Detective🐀

Thank you for commissioning me!

#commission #kingdom hearts #kairi kingdom hearts #riku kingdom hearts #riku #kairi #dragon draws creatures #nomura i am stealing your ankles for these keyblade designs they look cool but drawing em was aaa #the real quetsion is does this count as a furry commision #i think im at like 3 furry comms now i think thats enough to legally call me a furry comission artist #make of that what you will #ngl im kinda shocked im not a furry