#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

[xds369]

【transformers/TFA/animated/animation】Little Astronaut!

In fact, this script has been done for a long time, but in the middle because of the problem of going to school for a few months, so the difference in painting style looks like a fault, please forgive me. It mostly leans on the original plot. There's a bug in the setup but I just don't have the energy to fix it. Hope someone comes to see.... After all, I really do do it seriously, I really don't want to do it seriously, no one to see, just do a lot of people to.

I hope you like it.

[joethehoeee]

I finally tried my luck with Trollhunter!Barbara.

Here is the result:

Obviously without Text again:

Context:

It's the battle of the bridge. Barbara wants to end this fight against Bular, once and for all. However she is not only buisy with helping Blinky (who got caught), fighting off Bular and trying to prevent to open the bridge, but she is also buisy with thinking about Jim. Jim, who stands on stage to perform as Romeo. Her boy, her everything. It might seems unimportant in a literal war but she can't stop to think about his disapointment...how hurt he will be if she dosen't show up. However...she can't just leave Blinky and the other...(I mean, technically she could but-)

As she tries to fight back her enemys (as well as her toughts), a familiar figure appears behind her. With one quick and smooth movement, he managed to not only disarm her but also to smash her down onto the floor. Her sword bore into the dark floor of the museum. Her head spins for a second as she hit the floor, her vision is blurry for a few blinks, but even through the cracks of her glasses, she can see him.

His heavy foot pressed one of her arms onto the floor as he kneeled down to hover above her. She grabbed his ankle trying to free herself but he is heavy, too heavy for her. She squirms as he pinned her harder. Her calls for daylight, her sword, didn’t work. But...did she wanted it to work? It was still Walt-. No. It wasn’t. It was Stricklander, the changeling, the...Impure. A Monster.

He hovered above her, doing nothing but looking down at her, cold almost emotionless. But...this couldn’t be it. Everything they shared, everything they did...everything they went through. Something must have been real...even if it was just one tiny thing. She spoke his name, not his troll name...the name that she had used for him...with a shaky voice "please...Walt." Her eyes are close to tears and for a very brief moment she thought that his expression changed, that she could see some tears in his eyes too... whatever she thought that she saw, it was gone. His cold expression returned.

"You won’t 'save' me Bar-...", he stopped for a second, "...Trollhunter...no matter how hard you try. So why do you even try at all?" His cold words made the tears roll down her cheek. "...Because I believe that you want to change, Walt. I know that you can change...so please...let me help you..." She was pleading but he gave out a bitter chuckle. "You can't even help yourself." His claws grabbed the wrist of her free hand to pin it down, while his other leg pinned her legs. (Under other circumstances she might even would've enjoyed it-) His gaze changed to a disapointed and...scared?...look "I want to trust you...but-" His eyes close and he looked away before returning with a dark and cold expression. "This war will end. Here. Now..." He held her down while he used his free claw to grab the amulet on her chest. "Walt...please....for the sake of the world...." his grip tightened and he starts to pull wich gave her a hurtful sting in her chest. "...for your students...Toby, Claire....Jim..." He hesitated, just for a second before pulling harder with a growl. "...for me..." He stopped, just looking at the glowing amulet that was attached to her amor. "Please..." His mouth opened and closed again as if he wasn’t sure if he should say something.

"Useless Impure!" The dark prince, known as Bular, gabbed the Changelings neck to throw him against the wall. The wall cracked as the changeling hit it, his body fell limb onto the floor. Barbara couldn’t even react as the dark troll grabbed her. "I knew that the Impure couldn’t even follow one simple task. He will pay for that but first...we will let you pay." With that he ripped the amulet from her body and the amor vanished. Bular stepped onto the bridge, pinning Barbara’s head down onto the edge as he placed the amulet on it's place. "My father will enjoy smashing this small head of your's. Now watch your failure, human. Watch how pathetically you lose." She wanted to scream, she wanted to free herself but all she could do was watch. Blood runs down her forehead and her glasses are almost completely destroyed, yet she could see him...

'...s-sorry...' Stricklander mouthed as he tried to get up. Their gaze met in one last glance as the amulet burned blue and opened the bridge...

...

Well anways-

A lighter Version so you can see it better-

(I know...bad background-)

Aaaaaand closeup of both versions:

[gumballrightfoots]

Date Night petty fight

2022 winter gift exchange !!!! this gift is for the lovely

@romirola ( i have more but… writersblock)

am

i one day late? … yes.

shouts out to @the-sugar-crash for hosting and setting all this out amazing job and amazing stories and sending out ahit for me

ans im pretty sure @annahhopee requested me to do can’t remember but stil this was fun

credits to @glitchedvariety for giving me outfit ideas and being my fanfic team

It was their anniversary night

Sweetheart was busy getting ready in the bathroom while Milo stood in the room him, and his mate shared standing in front of the mirror checking himself out deciding on what tie to wear. He huffed at not being able to decide between the gold or black tie. Giving up slightly he turned back to the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he jumped back bumping into the mirror a bit to the sudden appearance of his little man sitting on the foot of the bed observing him. After getting his heart rate back down from the sudden surprise he huffed a laugh, “What is it with you and Sweetheart tryna scare the living shit out of me” Milo said with playfully narrowing his eyes at Aggro.

 In return Aggro gave a sassy meow with what could only be a cat eye roll. Milo gave an offended look and a gasp with a hand going over his chest “Don’t give me that sass i am your father” milo said pointing his finger at his furry little “son”. Aggro yet again gave another sassy meow now rolling he full head to look away from Milo licking his paw. Milo looked shocked and betrayed, “You!” before milo could go on with going back and forth with Aggro he was interrupted by the sound of his mate's voice, God how he loved that voice.

 “Milo? are you fighting Aggro?” he heard his mate questioned he could basically hear the utter confusion but amusement in their voice. He turned to face them “Yea he was givin me sass just like you-” Milo was once again cut off with the sight of his mate. They were breath taking, everything single thing about them. He looked them up and down from their face with the cute little confused expression with a little smile.

To their neck that he’s kissed, marked, and massaged. Then to their hands ones he held, ones he squeezed, ones he’d put a ring on. For the time being there's a promise ring in the place on where their wedding ring is going to go. He noticed they were fidgeting with it while they leaned against the door.

“Milo?”

He heard them say again falling from his lovesick daze with them moving closer to him. “Hm? oh! yea i was fighting him, he was givin me sass “ milo said smiling with sweetheart closer to him standing infront of him. Sweetheart laughed to themselves before wrapping their arms around milo’s neck, “ he learned from the best” they joked looking down at him .They both laugh a bit looking at each other, admiring each other

“ you look so fuckin incredible sweetheart “ milo spoke raising their hand to kiss it lookin at them with awe

They loved it when he kisses their hand

“ You too, you dont clean up to bad shorty”

..

…

“alright listen here you piece of shit”

Sweetheart almost busted out laughing with his reaction it was always the best. They got most of their enjoyment from messing with him

“ Im tryna be all sweet and endearin on our fuckin anniversary nigh and you just gotta make fun of my height. “ Milo fussed like he didn’t like every little “argument” about them making fun of him.

“ oh come onn you know i had to-“

“ you really didn’t”

“i said it with love hon”

“ sure you did “

Milo huffed and rolled his eyes annoyed while sweetheart just laughs , his reactions are always the best.

“ And another thing-“

Milo was cut off yet once again this time by sweetheart leaning down kissing him.

He melted into it , he knew it was a “ shut up and forgive me “ kiss, but he loved it none the less. He got a bit upset when sweetheart pulled away

“….”

“….”

“ you know im still not lettin that slide right”

“ what!? i did the shut up and forgive me kiss and everythinggggggg come onnn” sweetheart whined head falling back.

“ how bout not makin fun of me in the first place you ass im not that damn short”

“ sure you arent shorty”

“ you-“

“ shhhhhhhh shh hush hush hushhhh we have reservation don’t we ? we should probably get going right”

milo took out his phone , they did have to leave if they wanted to make it . Milo groaned he could already sense the shitty eating grin Sweetheart had on their face when they knew they got out of this. He didn’t even have to admit defeat they already knew.

“ Exactly nowww let get goin shall we ? “ Sweetheart said with pride in their voice for winning this, picking up one of the ties and fitting it around him.

He rolled his eyes , he waited for sweetheart to finish with his tie before stepping back and gesturing towards the door

“ After you investigator” milo said smiling looking up at them they smiled back at him and kissed him one last time before walking out of the room

“ Thank you shorty”

He cursed them in his head but he’ll let it slide… this time .

[shireentheunburnt]

Deserting a ‘King’

For now, the weather had eased. No doubt its cruelty would resume eventually- it was winter, after all- but it was as kind as it seemed to get.for the time being. Not that it really made much of an impression on the princess as she was held upon a horse by one of her father’s... by one of her men. A man, as well as the others riding alongside them, who had deserted Stannis on her behalf. They had not stepped in for myriad reasons when she had been seized and bound to the stake, but had not truly abandoned her in the end. Her mother, too, sat upon a horse nearby as the party made its way back to Castle Black in as close to silence as such a large group could...

It distantly dawned on her that her father would die. Half his army and all his sellswords had stolen away under cover of darkness after his attempted... sacrifice? Murder? of her that they had been forced to bear witness to had failed. Like the slight change in the weather, however, the thought couldn’t seem to truly penetrate through the fog that had settled around her heart and mind since the dawn of the previous day.

It was all, simulataneuosly, too much and not enough.

Her thoughts, broken and distant as they were, were further stalled when she caught sight of a lone traveller on the road before them. They couldn’t just leave him there... Between the winter and the war that would be taking place at their backs, the stranger was almost certain to perish... Tapping the knight’s hand to get him to stop, Shireen tried, but unfortunately failed, to summon something of a smile for the man they had come across.

“Hello, are you all right ser?”     

@thesoulbound 

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[devildaisies]

🔥 H-O-T-T-O-G-O 🔥

[canisalbus]

✦ Fashionably late ✦

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[kotse]

@hg-aneh your honor they’re silly

edit: i am NOT aneh!! i love and have borrowed their character designs, no affiliation!!

[erabu-san]

K'uhul Ajaw

[derangedorange]

I hope he views fanart like this