#Eric / OC

[sovereignzofdarkness]

so, about that dragon rider eldress margarine mentions..

[100-percential-artman]

(Old art taken from my insta and da) my beloved OC Elm :)) I think about him often (and should really draw him way more)

1) probably the first proper image of him. This was before I knew what kind of weapons I wanted him to wield.

2) a doodle of when he lost his arm

3) a doodle of him in a duel or spar idk

4) a doodle of his cousin (sort of younger brother figure) coming to wake him the morning after a particularly bad night for elm

5) elm and his twin younger cousins (left to right: Eric, Elm, Atlas). Drawing was mostly to play around with outfit designs.

Elm is a half fey, his cousins are full fey.

[i-eat-worlds]

Alex & Friends Part 18-Bad News 2

*smiling like a idiot*

cw: mentions of vomit, panic attack aftermath

Joseph wasn’t really prepared for what he saw when the bathroom door opened. Judging from the noises coming from behind the door, it wasn’t going to be pretty, but it was far worse than he anticipated.

Alex was crying, breaths fast and uneven, body quivering. Her eyes were red, tears still streaming down her face. The bathroom reeked of vomit, the pungent odor stabbing at his nostrils as he took in the scene.

“I’m sorry,” she rasped, voice quiet and shaky. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” He assured her, quickly closing the door behind him.

“I..I can’t do it again,” She wheezed, eyes wide with fear. “I can't.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” He didn’t really know what she meant by that, but panic attacks weren’t renowned for being easily comprehensible. “Do you want something to drink?”

Alex nodded, but didn’t say anything. It seemed like she was only half present.

“Why don’t you have a seat on the toilet, okay?” He said as he dodged the vomit that was pooled in the sink and started to ll up a plastic cup.

She carefully lowered herself down, reaching a hand out behind her to steady herself. The bright lights of the bathroom made the bags under her eyes even more pronounced as he handed the cup to her. Her hands shook as she took the cup, water vibrating as she put it to her lips.

“There you go.” He leaned back against the wall opposite to the toilet to give her some space. “That better?”

She hummed in the affirmative, slowly drinking the water he’d given her. Her breaths were starting even out, and the flow of tears was finally slowing. “Thanks,” she whispered.

“No problem,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

A beat of silence passed before she spoke again. “Well that fucking sucked.” She let out a half-hearted chuckle.

“I bet,” he nodded. The room still reeked of vomit, and her shirt had been stained in a couple of places by the offending liquid.

She gripped the counter for extra stability as she stood. “I’m gonna need a new shirt,” she said while she turned the water on to wash the vomit out of the sink.

“Where are your shirts? I can go and get you one.” He used his foot to push himself o the wall.

“They should be by everyone else’s stuff. Think the bags purple.” She said as she lathered her hands in soap.

Just before he turned to leave, he remembered something. “It’s okay if you want to wait a little longer, but I do need to change your bandages. Can I go get stuff for that?”

Alex seemed to lag for a second before responding, but her face remained still. “Yeah, that’d be fine.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said before he reached for the handle.

He was greeted by Eric standing directly in front of, arm raised as if he was about to knock. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Joseph asked, a little confused.

“There's something you need to see.” Eric’s tone was filled with urgency.

Leaving the bathroom door open behind him, he quickly walked over to Teri’s computer. The rest of the team was clustered around it, but they moved to the side so he could see. Teri turned the volume up.

“If you’re just tuning in, convicted supervillain Albert Zorland has escaped. He, along with several henchmen, have barricaded themselves on a pier. They are holding a hero hostage, and are demanding that Olena Lepshev, who he claims to be an INSUPA operative, hand herself over, in return for the hero’s release.”

Zorland had captured a hero. Fuck.

The feed cut to a picture of the captured hero and Joseph's heart sank. The hero’s their whole body was covered with blood. Even with their face masked, Joseph knew exactly who it was.

Phoenix.

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[axolozzy]

gonna be doing art fight for the first time this year! here’s some of my ocs!

https://artfight.net/~axolozzy

[fwehioldvs]

Cropped for tumblr because the last I checked I still can't post lewds even though I see a bot every 5 posts. Pov your lover is made of sugar and her insides become sticky in a bubblegum way.

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

House, you've tanned

[fishiteeth]

Something's off with that one

[kenchann]

tapis rouge doodles (mostly yuu🍤)

[saguette]

[zivazivc]

the JD loosing touch with society adventures

imagine him rattling and sweating more and more the longer this goes on

While I patiently wait for @picory to make his 'how JD and Rhonda met' animatic I had to get this stupid idea out of my system...

bonus:

next step: they steal the car

[paroxsysdraw]

i hate x6's blue eyes so I made them brown. he looks better with them fucking sue me!!!!!

[sovereignzofdarkness]

gave saccharin her long deserved redesign ^_^

[theraedar]

The Schoenheit Family 🍎👑

This is the vilorel siblings au I’ve been wanting to do for like a year now and I had so much fun drawing it!! I hope you can show them some love💜

[i-eat-worlds]

Alex & Friends Part 9-Telecommunications and Transportation

Alex and Joseph have some bonding time. Also: a pinch of Plot cw: bandage changing, dissociation, French person briefly making fun of the Brits, cursing

“Please state your identication code.” The robotic voice chirped. “Five-Seven-Nine, Alfa, Lima. Codename: Midnight,” Alex said into the phone.

“Welcome, Midnight. Connecting you to Handler Seventy-Three.” The machine beeped, then transferred over to her Handler. There was a beat before he answered. “Good morning, Midnight.” He said in a posh British accent. It was so present that it almost sounded like he was faking it. “I’m glad your extraction went smoothly.”

Alex wanted to correct him, because no it fucking didn’t, but she refrained from that. “For the future,” Alex said, trying not to grit her teeth, “I would appreciate a heads-up before you send a team for me.” She left out that she thought she was being kidnapped and recaptured, because she doubted he would care.

There's a pause on the other side of the phone. “I was not made aware of the activation of an extraction team until after the fact.” Liar.

“Are you aware that I’m being sent to a safehouse?” Alex asked. He knew, there was no way he didn’t. He was her handler, he wouldn’t have been left in the dark.

“Really? I was not, no.” Another lie. “You are far more valuable in the field. I do not know why they would seriously consider a safe house to be a viable option. I’ve talked about this before, INSUPA needs more aggressive tactics.” Alex held in a sigh. He was giving the muckety-muck speech to her again. “I’ll do my best to return you to work. I’ll call you when I have results.” “Thank you,” Alex said, then quickly spoke again before he hung up. “Maybe lie less though, seventy-three.” The line went dead. Alex took a deep breath, trying to cleanse the icky feeling that these conversations always left her with. He was so infuriating, and she couldn’t even pinpoint why. She took another calming breath, then hooked the phone back on the wall. It was probably time to start heading to the plane. Her bandages could wait until after they’d landed. Safehouse or bust.

******** The tarmac was still slightly damp with morning dew, the temperature cool but not cold. Joseph had deposited several of his bags in a pile with the rest of his team's things, only keeping a small backpack with him. They boarded while the plane fueled and loaded their luggage. The plane was small, but the interior was comfortable. The team chose their seats and started putting their bags away. “So Aarav, excited to be going back home?” Avia asked, stowing her bag in the overhead bin.

“Nobody in the history of ever has been excited about going to London, mon pote.” Sil joked as he collapsed into his seat. “You can’t bug me about being from England until twenty four hours after an injury, you know the rules.” Aarav joked back.

Sil opened his mouth to continue the banter, but was cut off by Joseph “If y’all are like this the whole flight, I’m going to tell the pilot to crash us into the channel.” “Yessir.” Sil did a two finger salute. “I will not antagonize Aarav intentionally. No promises that he won’t be annoyed by my mere presence, though.”

The conversation was interrupted by Alex boarding the plane. Her hands were empty, as she didn’t have anything to carry on, and she briskly walked to the back of the plane, taking the seat furthest towards the tail end. He couldn’t imagine that she was happy about this whole protective detail thing, but she looked like someone had really got to her. Once they were in the air, he’d need to change her bandages. He hadn’t seen the wound since when he was really more worried about keeping her blood inside her body. She also needed to start antibiotics. Rivers aren’t good places to swim around in with open wounds, generally speaking. After a couple minutes, they were informed that it was time for take off, and they buckled their seatbelts as the plane taxied down the runway. The plane picked up speed and lifted off, heading towards London. Eventually, the plane stopped climbing, and they were declared “free to roam about the cabin.”

By this point, half the plane was out cold. Eric was quietly snoring, Avia was leaned against the window, and Aarav had reclined his seat as far back as it would go. Sil was absorbed by a game on a Switch that was definitely not his, and Teri was paging through an old Superhero’s Today magazine, waiting for the caffeine high to wear off so she could get some shut eye. After grabbing his bag from the overhead bin, he walked down the aisle to the back of the cabin, where Alex was seated. A thick file was open on her lap. When she heard him coming, she flipped it closed and set it on the chair beside her. “Watcha need, Joseph?” She said the words in a casual tone, but he could tell her guard had gone up. “Just checkin’ in.” He sat down in the aisle so that he wouldn’t loom over her. “I’m going to need to check your wound, if that’s alright.”

Joseph watched Alex tense up at the idea. “Where do you need me?” She asked.

“Can you straighten your leg and turn to the side? Tell me if it hurts.” He said as he pushed the moveable armrest out of the way. Alex twisted, allowing him to access the wound. “I know the graze has to hurt, but does anything feel off anywhere else?” “Just the hip.” Alex answered. “Hurts like a bitch.”

“I’ll get you something for that after we’re done.” He withdrew the supplies he would need from his bag, then pulled a pair of nitrile gloves over his hands. “I need to pull down your pants a little bit to see your wound, is that okay?” Alex nodded, and helpfully pulled her shirt up out of the way while Joseph tugged down the side of her pants just enough to uncover the ABD pad covering the wound. To help keep the area clean, he draped a blue surgical towel over the seat.

“I’m going to touch it now.” He warned as he reached for the tape. Alex tensed up at his words, but she didn’t say anything. Slowly, he peeled the tape off, then tossed it and the old ABD pad into the orange baggie serving as his trash can. The skin around the wound wasn’t puffy or inflamed, which he took as a good sign. It didn’t take long for him to unravel the kerlix packing; the wound wasn’t that deep. She’d done a technique job dressing it. There wasn’t any debris left in the wound either, so she’d cleaned it too. She must’ve had medical training at some point, then. “Looks good,” He said as he ripped open his roll of kerlix. “It’s already starting to heal.” It was when he set about wetting the packing material when he realized that Alex looked barely present. Her fingers were curled tightly around her shirt, as if she was hanging on for dear life, but her eyes were glazed over, her jaw slack. Shit. She was dissociating. “Hey, Alex?” He tried, waving a hand in front of her face. She blinked a little bit, shaking her head.

“Sorry,” She said, looking down at where Joseph was tending to her wound. “I uhhh…”

“Nah, It’s okay. No need to apologize,” Joseph said. “I know it can be a lot. Is it okay for me to keep going?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” Alex said, her voice quiet.

Joseph nodded, then returned to his work. After ensuring the wound was clean, he packed it. Alex gritted her teeth when the kerlix made contact. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He said as he finished packing it. Luckily, the wound wasn’t too deep, and it didn’t take very long. He covered the wound with an ABD pad, then taped it in place. “All done.” He declared, stripping off his gloves so that one glove was inside another and tossing them. Alex pulled her pants back up over the bandage, and dropped her shirt back down. “So, I’m gonna start you on antibiotics, just to ward off anything that might’ve gotten in during your swim in the river, on top of the pain meds.” He quickly unscrewed the safety caps and dumped two ibuprofen and a Moxafloxacin into Alex’s cupped hand. When he handed her a water bottle from his bag, she’d already swallowed them dry. She took the water anyway, taking a drink that might’ve been for his benefit. “Tell me if anything else hurts, yeah?” He said as packed up his things and stood to return to his seat. “Can do, doc.” Alex said, her relaxed tone returning. He gave a thumbs up and a nod as a walked back to his seat. For a brief moment her tone turned genuine. “Thank you. For your help.”

Joseph smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

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[ericvelseb]

GUESS WHAT I'VE HAVEN'T DONE IN MONTHS?! SCREENSHOT EDITS OF MY WH SPOOKY MONTH AU!! 🎃💀

Guess who got Rick's role

[fwehioldvs]

"Stan! Stop encouraging beige holidays! Halloween pumpkins are orange damn it!"

"Silly sucrose girly, white plastic pumpkins are the most cost efficient to produce and sell. No one wants your tacky sticky slimy vegetables."