#nothing too graphic

[drowning-inthe-feels]

Team #9 Fic Preview for @codywanreversebang

I am so excited that I was able to write for this wonderful artwork! I can't wait for you to see the whole piece and the fic that I wrote. My artist's tumblr is here, my ao3 is here, and the other author's tumblr is @mymblesbuir and ao3 is here.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody said softly, “time to wake up, love.”

Obi-Wan, normally so awake in an instant, groaned and buried his face in the jacket he was using as a pillow. “Two more minutes,” he slurred.

“Eat and drink something, then you can go back to sleep,” Cody bargained, holding his breath as he waited for whatever might happen.

A blue eye peeked open. “I am thirsty,” Obi-Wan said. His voice was rough from sleep and lack of fluids, and he cleared his throat before grimacing. “It tastes like an animal died in my mouth.”

“Drink this. It’ll help.” Cody handed over a water bottle, keeping a tight grip on it until he was sure that Obi-Wan could hold it by himself. They needed to restock their water supply. Cody had used a lot of it trying to cool Obi-Wan’s body from the fever, and Obi-Wan had thrown up the rest.

“Thank you, darling,” Obi-Wan rasped before taking a small sip. His eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, Cody feared that Obi-Wan was going to pass out again, but the older man simply smiled. “This is so good.”

“I bet it is. You haven’t had much recently.” Cody surveyed their food, eyeing each item to find something that wouldn’t upset Obi-Wan’s stomach. He finally settled on some biscuits that he’d stolen right before Obi-Wan got sick. “Try this. Eat it slowly. Your body’s not used to food right now.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I do know how to take care of myself. I’ve been sick before.”

“I know. I just -” Cody stopped, averted his gaze. “Fuck, Obi-Wan, I was worried, okay? I couldn’t get your fever to go down, and whatever you ate or drank just came right back up. I thought - It doesn’t matter what I thought.”

Obi-Wan’s own gaze softened, and he set aside the biscuits to gently frame Cody’s face with his hands. “Cody, darling, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Thank you for taking care of me while I was unable to do so. Again.” His lips tilted in a crooked grin. “That’s twice I owe my life to you.”

“You almost didn’t make it the first time,” Cody reminded him gently, not that he needed to. They were both fully aware how close to death’s doorstep Obi-Wan had truly been that day. If Cody had found Obi-Wan even a minute later… Well, Cody wouldn’t have the love of his life beside him.

“Are you sure you weren’t a doctor in another life?” Obi-Wan asked cheekily. “I think you’d look rather good in a doctor’s uniform.”

“The scrubs uniform or a sexy uniform?” Cody shot back, unimpressed.

Obi-Wan lazily waved a hand. “Both. Neither. You look good in anything or nothing.”

“Eat your damn biscuits,” Cody muttered, flushing. “Flatterer.”

#cwrbb2023 #Codywan #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Commander Cody #vomit tw #nothing too graphic

[celestial-inanis]

Happy Pride Month!

#pride month #digital art #gay #art #digital artwork #drawing #artists on tumblr #lesbian #genderfluid #I wanted to get these out before the month ended #lesbian flag #genderfluid flag #warning nudity #partial really #nothing too graphic #happy pride 🌈 #anatomy

[camellias-stray]

a bunch of stuff from twitter 🐤

#yakuza #yakuza games #yakuza OC #Masaru Sera #Daimu Akutsu #Kazuki Soma #Camellia's Stray #Shintaro Kazama #tw for depictions of violence #nothing too graphic

[museumgiftshoperaser]

Paint the Devil on the Wall

(first little snippet of the opening of my big bang fic)

The first artwork Eddie ever falls in love with is a piece of graffiti on the dumpster behind the church. He’s ten, maybe eleven and his mother pushes him across the parking lot on Sunday morning. They’re running late and pretending not to be, but the Indiana sun soaks sweat through his mother’s nicest blouse. A telltale sign of rushing and cheap polyester.

Would you look at that, she tuts anyway, like judging other people will guard her from nasty looks from the right side of the picket fence. Her yellowed nails hook into his shoulders. I bet it’s those Peterson boys again.

So Eddie looks.

It’s a corner of town he’s seen a hundred times, but just like that it’s new again. Angry blue and black lines swoop across the metal into bold letters spelling out SOON. Loud like advertising, enticing like early morning cartoons. Messy, but on purpose.

His mother must see the crease between his brows, maybe the longing in his eyes because she adds you don’t draw on things that aren’t yours, baby.

Inside, with his knees on the hardwood and his eyes closed, those bright letters light up the inside of his eyelids like a promise. Soon. He doesn’t know what, or where or how, but he thinks it’s coming.

Later that night he scratches the same swooping letters into his bedside table with a ballpoint and a vision. Pushes so hard the plywood dents in the shape of his marks and learns how good it feels. How a room can be a canvas. How he gets to pick the colors.

His stepdad smacks him over the head for it when his mother finds out so he figures nothing in his bedroom is really his. But maybe he knew that already.

It’s a decade later now, and Hawkins, Indiana is over seven hundred miles away. He doesn’t believe in God anymore, maybe never did and he no longer believes in Art. But he believes in Soon like nobody’s business. Gets the word tattooed over his wrist his first week in New York and never looks back. The money. The boys and the white, chalky lines across every black surface he can find. Everything. Soon.

It’s coming.

All of which is to say that this is not a love story.

At least, not yet.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie big bang #the vibe is 80s new york art scene #very keith haring/jean michel basquiat #very heat wave no shirt paint splattered skin etc. #very let me teach you how to paint #very i hate you but i can't look away #very i've been to hell and back and let me tell you it was wonderful #tw child abuse #nothing too graphic

[iturbide]

Honestly, just trying to picture Byleth's loneliness during Three Hopes in this Golden Attempt AU makes me feel so depressed and sad for them? I can only imagine how hopeless they feel and how pointless even trying all this feels - after all, who are they really doing this for, when none of their friends even know who they are? - at least they're not completely alone though, since Sothis is there.

Can you imagine though, if they DID find Claude? Still alive at the very least, and them trying to once again befriend him? A part of their heart aching whenever they see glimpses of their dear friend, hidden behind how much more walled off Claude must have become in his imprisonment? That must really hurt too.

So apparently I have a thing for stories involving powerful characters with headfriends traveling back in time and embarking on lonely journeys to prevent a horrible outcome they’ve already experienced once.

That’s

uh

Future Built Part 2 in a nutshell

but also this has kind of been eating at me since the ask came in so please accept an attempt at putting it into words:

///

Under normal circumstances, Byleth would consider it suicidally poor strategy for a lone fighter to assault a city. 

But they did not have an army to call on here.  No brigades to back them, no allies to stand by their side, no friends to depend on for aid.  Only their own sword, their own strength, their own reflexes -- and the Goddess’ gift to turn back the hands of time. 

They hoped that would be enough.

The way into the underground fortress was difficult to reach, and barely concealed or guarded because of it.  Byleth might have thought it a matter of overconfidence, if it hadn’t taken so much work to find the place.  Months of stalking the agents they knew, following what leads they recalled from conversations in another lifetime (Lysithea’s tales of dark mages in Ordelia after the fall of House Hrym, in one of their their last meetings before everything went so wrong), searching blind for any trace of their presence, winding back time over and over…

…and finally trusting their hunt to feeling over evidence when all else failed.  A sick sensation had overcome them before Remire, heavy and oppressive enough to cloud their thoughts and drain their usual reserves; they sought it out, in the absence of all other evidence, climbing until the sensation was almost overwhelming -- and that was where they found the cavern, a black gaping maw diving out of sight into the earth.

With sword in hand, they plunged inside, leaving behind the light of the sun and running blind until the stone beneath their feet gave way to metal panels and the darkness gave way to veins of light that pulsed in time with the city’s metal heart.  

A siren shrieked to life as they reached the city gate and cut its watchmen down.  They ignored it, rushing through the maze of corridors leading to their goal, avoiding the dead ends and the wide chambers where the Titanus lay in wait, roused from their dormancy by the ceaseless alarm.  Resistance mounted halfway through, but they had chosen their path with care: the enemy could not bring their full force to bear in the narrow hall Byleth had chosen, and they wasted no time cleaving their way past.  They heard the grinding hum of metal ropes lifting something from the depths and turned swiftly away from the lift chamber that would soon unleash a battalion of fresh fighters; another turn, another long corridor bathed red by the glowing stones embedded in the ceiling, another cursory fight, and at last they reached the wide stairwell down beneath the heart of the city.

They cleared the steps two at a time, their breath drowning out the siren’s endless scream.  The first time they’d made this assault, they were too late, and there was not even a body to find: all that remained was a gold cap and the cut end of an unraveling braid.  The second time they were too slow, so often lost in the maze or forced to retreat from the Titanus that by the time they cleared the stairs the whole place had been scoured clean.  The last, they’d been careless in their timing and run afoul of Solon, who forced them to retreat empty-handed before they could even confirm whether the cells were filled. 

But as they skidded to a halt on the cold steel floor, familiar green eyes narrowed under the flashing lights. 

“Never seen you around here before,” Claude said, his voice hoarser than they had ever known it (even at the end, even as he choked out those final words, it had been soft, enough to break their heart and the Creststone alongside it).  Byleth nodded in acknowledgement, evaluating the panel jutting from the wall alongside the cell.  They saw nothing familiar, or anything to help them guess how it worked.  Experimentally, they lifted their sword and drove it down into the plate, watching it spark as they ripped through its metal innards. 

The bars did not move.  Perhaps not the best course of action, then. 

Time reversed. 

“Never seen you around here before,” Claude said again, though he had no memory of doing so.  Byleth nodded, frowning as they looked over the panel again.  They pressed a hand to it: no response.  Wiped the heel of their palm up the smooth surface: nothing.  Down, instead: still nothing.  Five fingertips, first up, then down: the same.  Three fingertips: more of the same.  

Frustrated, they brought their fist down on it -- and small lights brightened under the clear glass, illuminating symbols they had not noticed before.  Two arrows, up and down, caught their eye; the down merely flashed red when they pressed a thumb to it, but the up turned solid green -- and the bars slid soundlessly up into the ceiling.

They moved swiftly into the cramped cell, approaching the young man sitting against the far wall.  His clothes were unfamiliar, neither the black and yellow of the Golden Deer uniform, the tawny hue of his gambeson from another lifetime, or even the gold-accented black of his imposter’s new wardrobe: in the dull red cast from the warning lights, the tattered vest and tight-sleeved jacket looked bronze, gold accents shining intermittently as they shifted in time with his breath.  The comfortable trousers in deep tan with embroidered accents and dark walking boots, well-used (though not recently) gave the impression of a traveler, or someone prepared for a journey; they hadn’t seen him arrive at Garreg Mach -- hadn’t known him, back then, or known to look for him -- but at least now they could guess how he’d been taken.  Too late now to prevent it -- but not too late to change the outcome. 

Byleth offered a hand down to him, a smile curving across their face. 

Claude did not move.  “Who are you?” he asked. 

[A friend,] they signed back.

He smiled, then, one that did not reach his eyes.  “Well, Friend,” he said (but they heard no trust in the word, just the simple address of someone calling an acquaintance by name), “if you’re here to help I’d be crazy not to take it.  I owe you,” he added, taking their hand and letting them help him to his feet. 

Byleth turned, moving out of the cell again and turning toward the stairs as the first trickle of enemy soldiers sprinted down to meet them.  They would have to move fast to avoid getting boxed in (which had happened before, in their attempts to escape alone -- they would rather avoid another repetition), and swiftly cut down the two swordsmen that rushed to meet them before charging the archer taking aim from the platform halfway up the steps.  The body tumbled down to join the others, landing in a crumpled heap before the true heir of Leicester as he limped to join them.

That posed a problem.  They hadn’t factored in a possible injury: the slower their pace, the more likely they were to be overwhelmed or hemmed in by multiple waves of enemies in the maze.  If only they still had the Sword of the Creator at hand…though while they missed its reach and the effortless way it responded to their every thought, they were still grateful that the weapon in their hands now didn’t pulse in response to the stone heart lodged in their chest--

More footsteps.  Byleth turned, blade ready to meet the soldier raising their lance to strike--

The enemy reeled back, an arrow jutting from their throat as they collapsed on the landing.  Byleth glanced over their shoulder, catching Claude’s brief grin before he drew another arrow from the quiver he’d looted from the black-clad soldier.  “At least I’m not too rusty.”

Byleth smiled back, inclining their head toward the top of the stairs.  And when they turned to clear the way, they heard Claude’s footsteps hobbling in their wake. 

-----

In Byleth’s early attempts, getting in had been the hardest part: dealing with waves of soldiers, the metal Titanus monsters, the confounding maze of passageways…by the time they reached the prison cells, they were nearly spent, but so much of the city’s soldiers had been quelled that escape proved a far easier task.  Now, though, they had the process memorized, and could sweep through the assault without meeting more than cursory resistance. 

It was the escape that became the challenge, then, with an army guarding every exit and soldiers poised and ready to sweep in from any direction to press them from all sides.  But with two of them to meet the odds -- a sword at the fore, a bow just back from the front line, and the goddess’ blessing rewriting their mistakes -- they made their way steadily back toward the city gates.  

“Take care,” Sothis warned as Byleth undid the blow of a great knight before it could cleave them in half.  “My power is limited in this place, and I will not be able to undo much more.”

Byleth made a vague noise of assent, lost under the ring of steel and the whistle of another arrow just over their head.  They rushed the knight, sidestepping the overhand swing of his axe and driving their blade through the slit in his helmet.  They were close, now, enough to see the great tower rising up before the central arch--

Claude screamed. 

They whirled in time to see the arc of blue-white lightning snaking over the high walls from the central courtyard, watched the crackling halo that wreathed him fray as he fell to his knees and finally disperse when he collapsed to the ground.  For just an instant they left their fate in Sothis’ hands, leaping to Claude’s side and gripping his shoulder, at once relieved and terrified to feel him trembling beneath that touch…

He coughed once, then again, struggling up onto his elbows, then back to his knees.  “I can keep going,” he managed through gritted teeth…though Byleth could see him struggle to hold his bow, let alone raise it to fire. 

[We’re close,] they signed.  Claude nodded, wincing as he limped forward again, and Byleth moved a pace ahead to cover him before another wave of black-clad fighters rounded the corner with weapons raised.  A block, parry, slash felled one; a feint and lunge brought another down; and though the arrow that flew overhead did not drop the mage wreathed in incomprehensible runes, it staggered her enough for Byleth to charge in and finish the job. 

The gateway loomed just ahead, veins of light pulsing through its metal frame.  They could still hear soldiers rushing through the maze, but there were no foes standing in their way now; nodding to Claude, they strode to the center of the open span bridging the maze and the archway leading to the surface…and waited, letting him limp past and following a pace behind to guard their flank.

A few arrows and spells arced toward them as they passed beneath the gate, easily dodged or deflected from their path.  Past the veins of light, the darkness consumed everything but the sound of their footsteps and their breath…but the higher they climbed, the more shadows they could pick out from the rest of the black -- and finally a ray of light pierced through the gloom. 

Byleth could have sworn they hear Claude’s breath catch at the sight.  But they let it pass without remark. 

They waited at the black mouth of the cave, alert for any sign of pursuit while they watched the heir of Leicester limp past them into the light.  Nothing came, though; perhaps they were rallying the Titanus to hunt down the stranger who stole their prisoner, or perhaps they were simply assessing the damage done by a lone mercenary and a wounded archer.  It hardly mattered now.  They were out.  Claude was free. 

Byleth intended to keep it that way. 

-----

They did not reach the foot of the mountain until midday; they cleared the forest edge by mid-afternoon, and evening was well underway by the time they stopped to rest on the far bank of a stream Byleth suspected fed the Airmid River.  Claude sank to the ground among the twisting roots of an ancient tree, stretching his bad leg out before him and trying to work some feeling back into it.  He looked up only when Byleth approached, taking their offered cup of cold water with a slight nod.  “Thanks, Friend.”

There was still no trust in that address.  They could not blame him for it, even if it did hurt: this Claude had only met them in the last day, after all. 

“So who are you, exactly?” he asked, watching them without drinking. 

[Byleth,] they signed back, gesturing for the cup again and taking a drink themselves before handing it back.  [I’m a mercenary.]

Claude took a sip, mulling over the signs.  “So someone hired you to find me?”

Byleth shook their head.  [Everyone thinks you’re leading the Alliance.]

His eyes narrowed.  “I saw one of them…turn into me.  Perfect likeness. He took my place, didn’t he.”

It wasn’t a question.  But Byleth nodded.  “And no one noticed,” Claude continued. 

[I did.]

He looked up at their face, his expression unreadable.  “How did you know, then?  This is the first time I’ve met you.”

Byleth didn’t know how to explain that this wasn’t the first time they had met him.  That they’d spent years with Claude in another lifetime.  Had taught him at Garreg Mach.  Had joined him in the war against the Empire.  Had watched him learn to trust his allies, and rely on them to reach his lofty dream.  Had been his friend. 

…had watched him die under Edelgard’s axe, taking the blow in Byleth’s stead -- and assuring the war’s end with the sword he had always carried at his hip, finally unsheathed to cut down the Adrestian Emperor’s ambitions. 

They doubted he would believe all that. 

[I heard about you,] they offered.  [He didn’t strike me as the same person.]

“So you came all the way out here to…the middle of nowhere, best I can tell, to try and find someone you’d only ever heard about, who’d been replaced by a look-alike so perfect no one else could tell the difference…why?”

They met his gaze steadily.  [Fódlan needs you.]

He scoffed, the sound muffled against the rim of the cup. “Fódlan doesn’t know the first thing about me.  I wouldn’t have been replaced so easily if it did.”

[It doesn’t change that Fódlan needs you.]  They had seen what could happen when this imposter was left to his own devices.  It was an outcome they did not wish to relive. 

“What am I going to do, then?” he asked.  “Should I march up to the imposter and tell everyone I’m the real Claude von Riegan?  Who would believe me, when they’ve only ever known him?  I’ll be the one who looks like the fake.  How am I supposed to do this alone?”

[You’re not.]

He frowned, one eyebrow quirking up in silent question.  [You’re not supposed to do it alone.  You don’t have to.  You have me.]

“I don’t have the money to pay for a mercenary,” he shrugged.  “Not one of your caliber, at least -- all I’ve got is the shirt on my back and a bow I lifted from one of the guards…”

[I don’t want money,] Byleth signed back.  

“So…a debt?  I owe you my life as it is--”

They shook their head again.  “What, then?” he pressed.  “I don’t have anything else--”

[I don’t want anything.]

He stared at them, trying to find something in their face that might betray the signs.  “Why?” he asked. 

[I told you.  I’m a friend.  I’m here to help.]

A disbelieving smile twitched across his face.  It still did not touch his eyes -- but there was more life in it than they’d seen since catching sight of him behind those iron bars.  “Well, in a situation like this, who am I to turn down help from a friend?” he chuckled, offering his hand. 

Byleth clasped his wrist without hesitation, and felt his fingers grip theirs in turn.  They had a long way to go before they could hope to set things right. 

But this was a fine start. 

#answered #anonymous #claude got bodyswapped by an agarthan #and byleth is pissed about it #golden attempt #fire emblem warriors: three hopes #fewth spoilers #sort of #snippets #i've been thinking about this for days #it's taken me a while to try and get it down on paper though #pretty canon typical violence all things considered #nothing too graphic #but i really wanted to get this down #ga!anon i hope you approve #also yes i'm still going with nonverbal byleth #you will rip that from my cold dead hands

[typicalopposite]

14 Pirates… (and A Baby?!) Final Chapter 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39144483/chapters/97932504

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fic #ofmd ao3 #blackbeard #ed teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #tw mpreg #delivery #nothing too graphic #angst with a happy ending #last chapter #hope y’all enjoy #thanks for reading #💕

[indiejustdoodling]

i keep forgetting this blog exists

anyway i made a new demon slayer oc! (she’s on the left)

they’re basically hinote as a demon

(here’s a synopsis of their personality/story so far cause i don’t wanna type it all out again tbh with an extra sketch) (she doesn’t actually have eyes or eyebrows, it’s just makeup)

#cw body horror #it’s just on the tongue tho #nothing too graphic #jasper just arting #kimetsu no yaiba fanart #kimetsu no yaiba oc

[herbgerblin]

Justin Tyler Mcelroy: i'm gonna DM a fun theme park world where big corpo's investment in hardlight tech is an active threat to the likeness, autonomy, and agency of the creatives that they employ lol

WGA, SAG-AFTRA, and other unions: *fighting to protect their likeness, autonomy, and agency from the threat of AI and other tech*

#I'm almost caught up on steeplechase #I hope this series gets graphic novel-ed as well #something something it's not enough to market the art. we have to market the artist too. #corporate wants you to devote your whole life to this character so that you'll be nothing when we rip it away and turn it into a hologram #nostalgia marketing. parasocial currency. you will die and we will sell your ghost over and over

[astraystayyh]

israel bombed a HOSPITAL in gaza murdering so many children and newborns and women and elderly and men i feel so sick to my stomach i just saw a video and they're all scattered on the ground lifeless my god how can you still stand with that evil evil state? how can you still have the audacity to utter to even think 'Pray for Israel'?? why did the world give up on its humanity where are the international laws where are the fucking repercussions?? israel won't stop until it wipes off the entirety of gaza i am so angry and sad and i feel so fucking powerless im shaking what has our world come to

"Intentionally directing attacks against hospitals and places where the sick and wounded are collected is prohibited under international humanitarian law, provided they are not military objectives. Any such intentional attacks are WAR CRIMES." LIKE WHY ARE WE WATCHING AS ISRAEL COMMITS WAR CRIME AFTER WAR CRIME???? to attack a hospital murdering more than FIVE HUNDRED people and for it to go unpunished????? what is this what the fuck is going on why is this not maddening anyone

#if this doesn't anger you if this doesn't make you fuckin sick to your stomach #then you've given up on your humanity too #the images are so graphic and gut wrenching i feel so sick #i can't imagine being there and watching as KIDS and NEWBORNS are decapitated #don't stop talking about this don't turn a blind eye to it #don't turn off your tv and pretend as if nothing's happening #we learned about genocides in school we said never again and now it's happening #like if you still stand with israel even if it's 1% of your being if you still try to justify their actions then fuck you #fuck you and im tired of being civil #get off my page go seek help #you are as guilty as IDF the blood of innocents is as much in your hands as theirs #palestine

[atropalugosi]

tumblr won't let me @ you but bestie i'm inspired

NSFW below the cut!

Valeria has been stressed the past few weeks. Exams have been a complete fucking nightmare and she could really use some time to relax. Instead she is having a study sesh with Dani and their friends.

Phone vibrates and she immediately checks her messages, desperate for a distraction from mind numbing papers.

"Good afternoon, dolcézza <3 what are you up to today?"

Even over text she can't help but want to squeal in delight at being pet named.

"Nm! Cramming for exams with the crew" *attached selfie featuring the study group in the background* "getting bored though :o( wish I was at the shop w you instead"

Donna is taking a while to type, writing and then deleting her sentence over and over before Val gets her reply.

"Would you like a distraction?"

"Please! I can feel my brain turning to mush over here"

She expects Donna to keep messaging, talking to distract her from her studies. What actually comes next is a far better surprise.

The bullet Donna asked her to wear sometimes buzzed to life, nearly making Valeria moan out loud. The setting is low, but enough to make the girl as red as her hair. Doubling over a bit instead, she tries to compose herself before any of her friends notice what's up.

"I'm in public!"

"I know <3"

Fuuuuuuck, this woman is going to be the death of her.

"So not fair :o("

"I'm just making sure you're ready for me when you come over tonight"

Val bites her lip at the thought of what the botanist has in store for her, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

">///<

Ok mammina!"

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento/reader #nsft #resident lover #nothing too graphic but still #valeria (maiden oc)

[sueorheros]

does batman tumblr know about gentle giants dog food?

au where after dick moves out for the first time needs to make money and uses his celebrity to market dog food

alternatively very funny if this was damian's idea but the brand insisted on him being in the original robin suit for marketability

#'from caped crusader to canine crusader' is nothing bestie #the packaging on this brand is just atrocious. every bag is a little different and the cans look like this too #and then suddenly amidst all of the text. robin is here #batman #robin #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam #man idk what the best tags to use are in this fandom yet lmao #the 'graphics design is my passion' energy on this bag is astounding #dc comics

[starcrossedjedis]

Sairen Sun aka. “Sun the Siren” in “Bring me the Horizon” [One Piece Live Action // Shanks x OFC]

“I'm not the type of person people usually stick around for. I'm just a layover, not anyone's home port...”

tagged: @acabecca @akabluekat @arrthurpendragon @asirensrage @auxiliarydetective @bibaybe @bravelittleflower @chickensarentcheap @curious-kittens-ocs @darknightfrombeyond @darkwolf76 @drbobbimorse @eddiemunscns @elmunson @emilykaldwen @far-shores @fragilestorm @fyeahocsofcolor @harleyquinnzelz @if-you-onlyknew @jewishbarbies @juliaswickcrs @katiekinswrites @kingsmakers @mabonetsamhain @margoshansons @mystic-scripture @ocappreciationtag @sgtbuckyybarnes @stachedocs @susiesamurai @trash0saurus @thatmagickjuju (just let me know if you want on here as well ♥)

#onepieceedit #oplaedit #one piece #one piece live action #shanks #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sairen sun #sun the siren #bring me the horizon #my ocs #my graphics #I LIED I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW #i love my girl too much #so here goes nothing

[bumblingbabooshka]

Older Tuvoks

#the star trek online version of Tuvok looks NOTHING like him to me so I basically just took the uniform #combination of computer graphics + very much underestimating how well Tim Russ would age HEHEHE #I gave Chakotay & Janeway more gray hairs & wrinkles bc it suited them <3 #Tuvok doesn't have many wrinkles or any gray hairs yet but he DOES have bags under his eyes post-voy in my mind #<- stress + isn't sleeping well - both due to being too on edge #bea art tag #I think Chakotay gets gray hairs first (while on Voyager but dyes his hair) then when Janeway gets gray hairs post VOY he stops dying his #when Tuvok starts graying they both tease him a little like 'welcome to the club old friend!' #<- Chakotay also starts calling him 'old friend' at one point post voyager...can't remember when #st voyager #st prodigy #10 am and the Tuvok tag 'today' is empty: I must post

[msommers]

AN EYE FOR AN EYE i don't fucking care if you go blind

mc for @vendetta-if, but cranked all the way up to the level of a comic book villain because i could not shake the vibe after her initial creation and katerina wouldn't let go of my creative ability until this set was complete.

#ch: katerina morozova #graphic #graphic: katerina #i spent untold hours creating all of these comic-style images kat babygirl you better appreciate me #this is all like. technically adherent to canon except for me seeing her a little bit older + her codename having a different convention #she has too much dc comic villain energy to simply stick to 'umbral' she needed that extra Hit at the end #she's here to corrupt the goodie goods and obliterate her enemies <3 #let me be clear that the nothing changes song is meant to be from the pov of kat. she's the dreadful negative attack on hope #anyway i'm so so soooo happy w how this turned out i was worried it'd go wonk making the layout myself #hopefully all the text is legible if not lmao oh well

[starsailorjannystan]

astarion is jennifer check-coded as in yes he's a victim. yes he's also a horrible person. of course i'm going to support him when he goes on a killing spree. no i do not think he needs to be "punished" by the narrative. yes i would kill to see him in 2000s heart-print motifs multi-layered fashion. yes i would kill to see them swap outfits. astarion in jennifer's white bomber jacket? just saying.

#i unironically think that ascended astarion wished he had half the drip as jennifer has #i love victims who are allowed to be terrible people #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #jennifer's body #obvi jennifer was a teenage girl who got graphically murdered by men so do not take that parallel too literally #also i would pay money to see tomie and astarion interact #that striking prettiness with nothing behind the eyes and abuse that lasted too long to be a person again #janny stars

[ttoryviel]

I mean, based on how much we raised for GO graphic novel, I think even if Amazon denied the third season we could just pay for the whole production ourselves, right?

#I don’t care about the rights we buy those too #we’ll do it ourselves #nothing can stop us #good omens #good omens graphic novel #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens season 3 #goood omens season two #Neil Gaiman #colleen doran