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[sunnycalzone]

Stupid sexy sombra strikes again, this time it was specifically made to kill a friend <3

GITM -> @venomous-qwille

[fennethianell]

circled back to my thoughts about Gamora and Peter meeting when they were kids AU (it's been years! like I found a sketch from 2018 and could not stop thinking - so I had to draw)

[starlightvld]

PRICE as a teammate. Price as a superior. Price as the fixer. Price as the mentor. Price as the one person his team can come to and know they'll be heard (even if he also teases them mercilessly for something objectively funny). Price the confidant. The brother at arms. The friend.

GHOST as a shadow. Ghost as a commander. Ghost as the lone wolf. Ghost as the thing that goes bump in the night. Ghost as a the one who tries his damnedest to make sure everyone comes home but also knows choices have consequences. Ghost the island. The protector. The friend.

GAZ as the conscience. Gaz as the perfect soldier. Gaz as the closer. Gaz as compassion (except for Graves). Gaz as the glue that holds the team together. Gaz as the one whose heart bleeds when faced with the inability to act or help. Gaz the heart. The bullseye. The friend.

SOAP as support fire. Soap as a wildcard. Soap as sunshine. Soap as the mouth. Soap as a soft breath before a long shot. Soap as the life of the party. Soap as the one who will be there through thick and thin no matter the consequences. Soap the enforcer. The justice. The friend.

[hermitblr-confessions]

False and Cleo dynamic is so fucking funny like that’s a forty year old violent mean bisexual she/they and her toxic work girlhusband that she simultaneously loves and is scared of

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[kiwi-the-servamp-addict]

I have a lot of opinions on the newest chapter.

First off.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT.

I'M IN SHAMBLES.

TANAKA STRIKE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

Kiwi try not to make everything about Worshuu challenge!!!!!

Tanaka Strike was thinking of me when she put Shuuhei and Ildio next to each other 🙏🏽 (I'm extremely delusional)

This is also so messy how is it gonna get fixed in like 4 chapters😕

Tetsu 😕

Bro stopped becoming evil from shock

Wow Mahiru has a dad present.

WHY IS SAKUYA A FUNCTIONING MEMBER OF SOCIETY.

WHY ARE THEY LIKE THE ONLY NORMAL ONES HERE???

[otterwithatophat]

Hmm, I've been wondering lately if I'm some sort of avian/flighted creature.

I've always had an attachment to wings or creatures that have them, and ever since I was a child I wished I had wings.

Though when I think about any kinds of birds, it just doesn't seem right? I'm not attached to any specific kinds of birds, or birds in general. I don't feel anything when looking at them or any sort of general attachment. None of them have that "oh, that's me" feeling.

So, I started looking at more fantastical or mythical creatures, and I found some that could be likely. I'm not fully sure, though. I've always loved dragons and griffins growing up, and always felt a certain attachment to them. I've always wanted to be both of them, and I feel like that might tie into the whole wings/avian thing?

(Art by nablange on twitter)

The only type of dragon I really feel connected to is a Night Fury, traditional western and eastern dragons don't feel very connected to me, and neither do any of the other dragons from the httyd franchise. Still not completely sure, I'll have to explore it more.

Let me know your thoughts or suggestions!

[rainsby]

Sketches. I thought it would be interesting if she had tattoos

[benjingle]

Inktober 1&2

My scanner is broken and I am not at home to access it anyways. I'll take better pictures at some point 🤷‍

2 is supposed to say discover but I forgot

[squinkoblinko]

MII FORTRESS 2

you’ll never guess what fellas made their return…..

[sodastyx]

captain yajima more like captain yurijima amirite

[malrightnao]

Oh yeah, i should post them here too

Shuffler design from DougDoug's Shufflemania stream

[sp1cyram3ncup]

i’m so normal abt them,,,

GRRRR PETRIGROF ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[mylove-thresher]

agahggghhg the motivation where did it fuckng go ITS GONE 😭

so um remember magical girl fugo? here's abba. idk.

guys should i attempt digital art bc... 😞

the other times ive tried digital it was um. but then again i didnt have as much skills as i do now soooo

(also i need to find my digital pen and charge it if i somehow also find the charger 💀💀💀)

i mean it seems kinda fun (not having to fucking erase... layers... o em gee...)

[general-glitters]

Pac Man ghost glitch stim?

I tried to get it to loop, i couldn't figure it out sorry.

This was a pain in the ass to make

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[takeariskao3]

I have a hypothetical question for you, Hannah. I know you’re not going to like it and I hate to ask or even think about it but sometimes girl my mind just goes down a rabbit hole and there’s no coming back! And I apologize in advance. Say in TPFY before the Grimmauld place Harry is off on a mission, everything possible goes wrong, and he dies. How would Ginny cope with his death knowing she never got to be with him or tell him she loves him? How would she take the news of finding out what really happened in the forest from a letter Harry left for her in his will? Would she ever be able to recover from that? Or would it have been too much for her? You can’t dismiss this question missy because it’s for TPFY Ginny and you know her mind set the best! I need answers!!! 

jesus christ

i don’t even know—

ok

wait. wait!

if harry died post war but before the events of tpfy ginny finds out about the horcrux hunt from ron? maybe hermione? maybe both? good god. ron. he’d be a mess. and hermione!! harry was the only family she had left! god why

this whole thing is going off the rails.

It starts out as disbelief. Ginny spent so long refusing the prospect of reconciliation… she never acknowledged that a part of her always expected it. And now it's all wrong. It doesn't matter how emphatically she had moved on. It doesn't matter how earnestly she had insisted her indifference. They were supposed to have it out. He's supposed to be here. And he’s not. She knows this feeling. She knows what it’s like to exist in the world when he doesn’t. Except this time, he doesn't come back. It's not just that he's gone. It's that he took a part of her with him. The gaping wound in her chest feels rough, and barbed, and ugly. The pain is relentless. Days, weeks, and months pass. It festers. It turns into regret. And it lingers. Hermione talks about the five stages of grief like it’s a to-do list. Like if she follows the instructions it’ll somehow explain what she’s—what they’re all—feeling. Ron settles into something like barely functioning depression. Ginny never really moves past anger. It burns so hot, she swears her tears come out boiling. But she can't rage and shout at him, so she flings her fury at everything—at everyone—else. Sometimes she feels him, just over her shoulder. The anchor in her chest receiving a gentle tug. It hurts so much she feels like she might die because of it. So, she just yells at the empty room until it goes away. It never really goes away. Maybe he never does. Or at least, the shadow of him that lives fully formed in her mind's eye. The echo of him, the pieces that she remembers without even trying to. The way he would nervously try to pat down his hair. The way his smiles were always halfway reluctant, as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to find whatever it was funny. His sharp glances and even sharper tongue. His contempt for all things performative. His never ceasing surprise that people could care about him. Not his name, or his scar, or his destiny. But him. The color of his eyes in the afternoon sun. Eventually, she stops yelling. And she just starts talking. No one ever knows, no one ever catches her at it, no one ever walks in on her telling the empty kitchen that she'll never forgive herself for being so bloody petrified of their collapse that she couldn't even attempt to try. Her anger turns inward. She never reaches acceptance, not really, she just accepts that she'll have to live with the shame, and the grief, and the guilt, for the rest of her life. Decades and decades later, she sits in a rocking chair on a porch and talks to someone. Her nieces and nephews, and grandnieces and grandnephews, and great-grandnieces and great-grandnephews, are used to it by now. Auntie Ginny has gone a bit senile after her last birthday, but this time, on this golden May afternoon, Ginny talks... And he finally answers.

[telekitnetic-art]

(drops this on the ground) oh shit (drops it on the ground) oh damn my bad (drops it on the ground) oh whoops (d