#↳ march 24

[ventique18]

NRC Top Secret Elite Squad: Operation Rescue the Entire Universe from Dark Lord Malleus Draconia! Commence!

[cyanwyrmy]

Wip! Don’t know when I’ll finish, but ya know I had to draw Eddie having the not good time 👁️👁️

[shevvys-pictures]

'Barn' & 'Barn 2'

I remain proud of these ones. I aimed for a faint abstraction of Western American decay, I'm not American, though.

[lindsohalloran]

christ, but by this point, he'd almost spent more time in quarantine since arriving at the wexley than outside of it ; between the time he and maisie had first spent under dutiful observation upon first entry to the building ― when maisie had been so ill that the thought of forty-eight hours where he need do little more than fuss and worry over her came as a blessing and not the curse such a quarantine otherwise would've felt ― and the time he'd spent after his ( arguably self-inflicted ) injury, lindsay o'halloran had an abundance of empty hours on his hands.

in an attempt to keep from spending them in any state of a spiral, he'd inadvertently thrust himself straight into the midst of one. old letters from his sister are thumbed through with something caught between reverence and desperation, her faded handwriting both a warm comfort and a deep, bottomless ache. he pores over them ― mostly after maisie's gone to bed, or when birdie or mal have taken her for a few hours ― and tries to wrack his brain for memories ; details about the way her voice sounded, the bright, melodic tones of her laughter. he can almost hear it when he reads her sign off, always the same ― love you always, niamh.

he finds other details amidst these, though, fragments he'd forgotten. a familiar name. the first time he reads it, he does a double-take ; tears are thumbed from a steely blue gaze to better read the blurry ink and his stomach turns to lead. jeremiah rose. and he's left with nothing to do but sit on this information while he waits to see what will become of his mangled hand, to stew and fester on it. but the man was no good, was he? and lindsay's sister knew it, wanted him kept away from maisie. he'd never once doubted her judgment of character.

so when he emerges from his check-up with val and spots his niece sat next to the very man himself, it's hard for him not to react instinctively. hard, what with the way his heart stops in his chest at the sight of them together, but not impossible. ❝ maisie, ❞ he says, and but his gaze is locked on the man's, his expression unreadable, ❝ why dinnae ye come o'er here, luv? ❞ his good hand lifts in a beckoning gesture, even as maisie protests, clearly invested in whatever activity she's taken up with this man. has he said anything to her? does he know who she is? ❝ but uncle linds, we gotta find a roof― ❞

❝ ach, what did i say, maisie? no buts. up ye get, leave the man be. now, please.❞

who: @lindsohalloran

where: outside the secret lab or something

when: march 24th

normally, jeremiah would make val chase him down for his blood. it was tradition and he lived to watch the vein in her forehead pop out when she did finally find him. already banged up enough, he wasn't feeling up to his normal antagonistic tactics ( though you wouldn't catch him admitting that aloud ). that's what had him sat outside, waiting for his turn to be poked and cleared to return into the wexley with the rest of the population. at least he had company in the form of a younger resident waiting for her uncle to emerge from his checkup.

she was familiar in a way that she reminded him of when charlie was young and he'd bring her to the free clinic for a check-up. they would build castles out of mismatched blocks or books. "now it just needs a roof, yeah?" he looked around for something that could make a suitable top but ended up noticing another man approaching. "is that your uncle?" he asked her, then gave the man a tight lipped smile and a nod. "what's up, man? everything good?"

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet as Bob Dylan in ‘A Complete Unknown’

[sei-un]

L eon

[beauclary]

he'd almost forgotten how natural it felt to have soil beneath his fingernails and staining the knees of his jeans, the sun warming and freckling his shoulders as he works with the earth. falling into the routine is more than easy ; beau finds he looks forward to the time he spends up in the garden and greenhouse, that it quickly proves to be a highlight of his days. it gives him purpose ― although with ziggy's return, that sense has been renewed twofold. ( tenfold... a hundredfold... ) it had been a few days since ashton had been able to get a moment in the garden with him ― the man spends more time in quarantine than outside of it, beau often thinks ― and beau, eager to show his friend the progress he'd made, had ushered him up the stairs. at a leisurely pace this time, and with the absence of any real ribbing about it.

and he had made progress, cleaning up the garden beds and enriching the soil with compost he'd started with the aid of charlie and the kitchen's scraps, sowing an assortment of vegetables and tubers. ❝ ah, don't mention it. i'm grateful for it, really. i been thinkin' we should lean into hardier crops, things that'll hold up and fill ya up, y'know ― carrots, potatoes, parsnips and beets are all gonna be real good options in this weather. few more weeks, we can start thinkin' about pumpkins and summer squash, plantin' some beans, too. ❞ beau looks up at ash as he speaks ; he's knelt on the ground in front of a garden bed, a small, wood-handled tiller in his hand as he works a plot of as-of-yet unplanted soil. ( a packet of seeds sits on the ground at his side, ready to be dispersed. )

he watches ash for a moment as the man waters a nearby bed of seedlings, taking note of the stiffness, the visible soreness of his movements. but ashton hasn't made mention, and beau bites his tongue, at least for the moment. ❝ y'know what sounds real good right about now? some fresh watermelon.❞ beau lets out a quiet, wanting sound, a half-groan in the back of his throat. ❝ goodness gracious, what i wouldn't give ... and we can have it, too, just a couple a' months. ❞

// ext. rooftop garden - afternoon. 24th march. @beauclary

Everything still hurts to be honest, but Ashton has the urge for fresh air and sunshine, always needing it after his quarantine and this was no different, even more so than his usual ones. Company was nice but exhausting with 3 other people, while he rather had just quarantined in his own apartment, he wasn't making those calls here. He had spent enough time alone that morning, recharging enough for him to agree when Beau invited him up to the rooftop, probably excited to show the garden he's been working on.

Ash with only one good hand for now had little to offer unfortunately, not even a race up to the top was possible this time. So he simply picked up a watering can, "thanks for taking care of everything up here these past 2 days." Ash had to mention before it slipped his weary mind, words lacking much energy but he did is best to at least pair it with a smile, Beau deserved that much. "What were some of the new things you had in mind?"

[theprotagonistisdead]

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift mentioning ''The Alchemy'' at The Eras Tour back in 2023!

[norasakavictweets]

[thunderstomm]

Devzeltober Day 20 - Married !

Future wedding… 💖

[cyanwyrmy]

(Fan Art!) There’s an emergency Frank must attend to! Eddie, you must hold the big sleepy bug!

Y’all the buggy from “Ode to Hibernation” is literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to draw her more! She’s so sleepy!

[deuynndoodles]

[ID: A colored, digital comic featuring characters from Dey's Links Meet AU with a focus on Mask. The colors are muted and warm.

The group walk through a forest marked as "Rancher's Era." Rancher leads the group, commenting that they're "Almost there". Tiny, Tracks, Mask, Vet and Sky follow behind him, in that order.

"Oh, how sad..." someone says. A skeleton rests against a tree, sword and shield in hand, wearing the Hero's Shade armor. Mask's shadow casts upon the skeleton, their head lining up right with the skull.

Mask furrows their brow, expression near indiscernible.

"Kid, hurry up!" Mask rolls their eyes and turns to follow.

Sky waves to Mask as they run ahead to catch up. Their eyes are not visible. End ID]

hero's shade

[fionaapplerocks]

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills.. [x]

[lindsohalloran]

long sleeves manage to obscure the bulk of the bandaging that securely covers the majority of his left forearm, the integrity of the limb sacrificed as a shield to protect his throat from the teeth and nails that gnashed at it just days earlier, but no amount of stylistic choice or additional effort on his part can disguise the gauze taped to his hand, the clearly disfigured shape beneath it. something missing. he sits at the far end of the diner's counter, perched on a stool ; nearby, maisie's crawled under the table of a nearby booth with her sights set on one of the wexley's many feline residents. he does not have it in him to deter her of the simple pleasure, so he simply keeps a watchful eye from across the space, his gaze fixed on her but his thoughts drifting kilometers away. he'd not been able to shake the incident from his mind since it happened ; he'd reacted so suddenly, so instinctively. so poorly. it was foolish, and though he was deeply grateful for birdie's ability to remain level-headed where he could not, he was also profoundly troubled by his own, irrational course of action that led him there.

so entirely caught up in his own thoughts, lindsay startles slightly at the sound of a plate hitting the counter and glances toward the source. charlie. the ex-scotsguard shakes his head dismissively, waving off her words with the hand that doesn't throb in time with his pulse each time it's moved. ❝ dinnae apologize, charlie. it's no' yer fault, ye did nae wrong. it's me t'were bein' foolish. ❞ he offers her a slight twitch of a smile, enough to be disarming in spite of the way it wanes before it reaches his eyes. ❝ and ye did do plenty anyhow. ❞ once the adrenaline of the situation wore off, he'd been in a bit of shock, his body finally reacting to the injuries ― and the eviscerated cadaver still leaking fluids into his clothes as it pinned him to the floor. she'd helped him stop the bleeding, more than he thinks he could've managed on his own in that moment. ❝ would no' have thought t' use the table runner. quick thinking, that was. ❞

⋙ WHEN? march 24th, morning ⋙WHERE? Rosie's Diner ⋙WHO? @lindsohalloran

Setting down his plate in front of him along with a cup of coffee, Charlie hesitated before turning back to him instead of heading back to continue helping Emily serve breakfast.

"Hey... Sorry about, you know... your hand and everything. I know I wasn't exactly super helpful."

[dnfcliparchive]

dream giving george a fork, sapnap taking it, and then dream making sure to give george a new fork

dream doesn’t usually eat cake btw. he wasn’t giving away his own fork, he just wanted to make sure his george had one