#I love this pairing so much ;-;

[selenadem]

Sethrika stuff I've drawn this year

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

because i refuse to believe that sparrowpelt was forced to retire after he lost half his tail and both he and white-eye were forcibly given the names halftail and one-eye when they retired

my headcanon is that when they both retired the couple was like "you know what would be really funny? getting our names changed to halftail and one-eye to sound impressive and scary to the kits"

[omgtheregoesthefuckidontgive]

Pavel slowly losing the fight of poohpavel Pavel pooh is so funny. I see videos and he's like 🫠 I can't deny it any longer

[darkparablesgainira]

Evelina × Phantom of the Opera

[shockwavepulsar]

Limit Break; Shipping things.

I love how my top favorite pairings with Squall aren't even with people from FF8. How does something like that even happen? I think I started shipping Squall with Aerith like 20 years ago and Squall and Yuna not long after. Squall and Cloud is also a classic, but I honestly don't know how Squall and Yuna happened. Squall/Aerith and Cloud/Squall I can at least throw Kingdom Hearts in as a big reason but ???????? Squall/Yuna???? it's so good??? it makes me happy and giggly to see it??????

[mabelcurry]

This breathtaking artwork is a commission and is drawn by @reo-hisser

And yes the inspiration was Bridge Theatre's production of Julius Caesar featuring Ben Whishaw as Brutus my babygirl and David Morrissey as Antony. This scene is splendid but you need to ignore the poor Caesar in the background...

I LOVE THEM and all credit goes to @reo-hisser

[theperplexednavigator]

Hastily and desperately scratched this down in the last fleeting rays of sunlight from the window.

Also, this is my first time drawing Luca!

[blackdigitalrose]

(≧▽≦) I couldn't get the idea out of my head, I couldn't find a Chrono to match, so I improvised.

I do HC that Kazuma is actually a couple of inches taller but because of Chrono's hair, you can't actually tell.

(๑˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥) It was only meant to be a quick draw but darn am I slow at drawing with a tablet...so many other ideas in my head I currently want to try drawing down.

[cinnikiroll]

the meaning of true strength

Summary: After Tammy is nearly killed by the cartel sicario after pursuing a lead on Javier Garcia, Sebastian is beating himself up. Tammy comes to comfort him (yes I know Chris comforted him canonically, but we're going to switch it up a bit).

If you like reading this, check out my other NCIS: New Orleans fanfics over on AO3 under the username cinnikiroll!

As rain poured down outside the windows of the county morgue, and people rushed around with their bodies covered by raincoats and the occasional umbrella, Sebastian’s cloudy eyes mirrored the sky.

Tears were dripping down his cheeks, and he couldn't control them, much like the rain outside. He sighed deeply, burying his face in his hands and letting them flow.

The sounds of morgue workers doing their jobs, as they did every day, undeterred by the hideous weather outside or the emotions within their hearts, was muffled by the oh-so-soft sound of Sebastian’s shaky sobs. 

He knew he was a part of that world, of course. But in the current moment, it seemed far away, like a mirage in the desert of his pain. 

A soft knock rang out on the lab door, imperceptible to the crying forensic technician. Knock after knock followed that one, but every one was unheard. 

“Baby?”

The door opened slowly, and Tammy Gregorio entered the lab, concern evident in her tone. 

When she saw Sebastian’s lanky frame curled up on a rolling chair by the window, shoulders shaking and face buried in his hands, she felt her heart drop to her feet.

Tammy knew that Sebastian struggled mentally- everyone did- but she had never seen him like this, so fragile, so broken. 

He usually put a smile on his face and forced himself to work despite pain and sorrow, so seeing him in this state was difficult for her to grasp, to put it mildly. 

Feeling tears coming to her own eyes, she knelt down by the chair and placed her hand gently on Sebastian’s knee.

“What's wrong, Sebastian?”

She said his name in a soft tone, as if she was speaking to one of her several younger siblings. 

Tammy Gregorio’s mom mode had been activated, and she was unstoppable in this mode. 

Slowly, hesitantly, shyly, Sebastian uncovered his reddened face to reveal his teary eyes and pained expression. Tammy gasped softly and fought the urge to embrace him as tightly as his skinny frame could physically handle.

“It's my fault,” he said in a childlike voice broken and made hoarse by wails of anguish.

“What's your fault, baby?”

Tammy couldn't bear this sorrow much longer. She felt as if her heart, so used to being an older sister and caretaker, was going to burst into a million tiny pieces any moment now. 

Why was Sebastian so sad? What had he done wrong? He was always so strong and brave, and so cutely eager to participate in field missions… 

Why was he upset? Did somebody say something to him?

Ooh, if they had… they were about to face the famous Gregorio rage. 

“You almost died!”

Sebastian wailed, his body racked with new shaking as a fresh round of sobs took over.

Oh. That was what was making him so upset.

“Baby… it's over now. I'm safe.”

Tammy never understood why agents got so emotional when another agent got injured or nearly killed. It was a part of the job description, wasn't it? You'd figure that, as a federal agent that had to chase bad guys, you would be okay with you or your teammates getting injured, and simply accept it as a fact of life.

But she knew in her heart that Sebastian was different. He was a gentle individual, who loved his team with every fiber of his being. That love was evident in the way he worked hard every day, even through his pain and sorrow, even through the toughest cases, to help them. And that love was strong. If it sensed that it was about to be cut short… that explained his emotional distress now.

Even though Tammy had only been cut up and bruised, and not severely hurt, Sebastian had perceived those injuries as his fault due to him freezing up when he was being begged to shoot the sicario that was pinning her down. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious to an experienced profiler like Tammy that guilt was coursing through him right now. And that broke her heart. 

“I know you're safe-” Sebastian punctuated this statement with a sniffle and a strangled sob- “but you could've died, all because of me!”

And there was the confirmation Tammy was seeking for her assumption. Ouch. 

“Baby… death is a possibility every day on this job. Whether you're there or not, my death is a possible end to every case we investigate. It's not your fault… this job is just risky.”

Clearly, that was not the response Sebastian was looking for, as his sobs doubled in intensity.

“You're so strong for choosing to go out in the field every day, with your anxiety and neuroses and everything. I'm proud of you for overcoming those mental blocks. The whole team is. But you aren't going to overcome it all in one day…”

Sebastian whimpered softly and fell to his knees on the ground beside Tammy, burying his face in her chest. She held him closely, tightly, lovingly, and let him cry as much as she needed. 

“You're safe, baby. I'm here. I’m never going to leave you, you understand?”

“I’m so weak…”

Sebastian sniffled, choking on yet another sob.

“No. No you aren't. Not in the slightest, amore mio. Never say that about yourself.”

Tammy’s tone was firm and motherly, not allowing there to be any argument.

But of course, Sebastian being who he was, he had to argue anyway. 

“I couldn't even shoot someone who was trying to kill you! I froze up, like a stupid deer in headlights! I…”

His voice turned to a soft, pained whisper.

“I don't deserve to be a field agent.”

Tammy’s dark eyes widened in shock at that statement. 

Sebastian had been so excited to be a field agent shortly before this. He was about to head to Georgia for FLETC training, about to join the team… but this one experience had completely derailed all that?!

No. She couldn't let that happen. 

Dreams didn't deserve to die that easily. 

“Do you know the meaning of true strength?”

She asked in a gentle tone, stroking Sebastian's back gently. 

“True strength is not freezing up like an idiot when your team member is in danger! True strength is- mmmhm…”

Tammy placed her hand over his mouth to silence more of his self deprecating comments. Looking deeply into his tear-filled eyes, she took a deep breath before saying her next words, putting as much meaning and love as she could behind them.

“True strength is not being unshakeable in the face of tragedy and pain, but moving past that tragedy and pain and continuing on with your life. No matter how much it hurts, you have to keep breathing, keep going through the motions. It may feel unnatural, and it may hurt a lot. But that pain, that unnatural feeling, it's a sign that you're alive. It may last for a while, it may never leave you alone. But that's true strength. Can you be truly strong for me, mio bambino prezioso?” 

After a few sniffles and brushing away tears, Sebastian smiled. It was a thin, weak smile, like rice paper overlaid onto his skin, but it was progress, and it brought a smile to Tammy’s face as well.

“I… I’ll try to be truly strong for you. For the team. For myself.”

Hearing those words made the sunlight shine in Tammy's clouded over heart. She leapt up to her feet, and Sebastian joined her.

“Shall we tell the team that? They’re worried about you.”

She asked, giving the forensics specialist a hearty slap on the back.

Sebastian smiled again, but this time the smile was strong and genuine, the smile Tammy and the team had so dearly missed. 

“Let's go tell them!”

The duo held hands as they left the morgue, walking through the rain to get to NCIS headquarters.

After all, what's a little bit of rain when you have true strength in your heart? 

[choochooboss]

Sygna parade!

Alt version!

Ok first, I need to scream:

I LOVE THE SYGNA SUITS

THE FRILLS!! THE FASHION!! THE NOD TO OLD FASHIONED TRAIN CONDUCTOR SUITS FROM 1800’S!!THE ELECTRIC LANTERNS ARE SO CLEVER!!

POKEMAS EMBRACED THE YELLOW AND PURPLE WE LOVE TO ASSOCIATE THEM WITH AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!

THE BOOTS! THE FLOWER SLEEVES! THE BLACK COLLAR SHIRT ON EMMET! THE STRIPED TIGHTS!

*ahem*

The designs fast drew my mind into marching bands so I went for this idea first ahah! At some point I watched a ton of marching band videos, they cheered me up with the exciting and very complex perfomances and the players enthusiam was so catchy!! Also watching the 1st person POVs of i.e. the trumpet and drum players are super fun ahaha! Combined with the striking costumes all this directly reminded me of submas, and now it’s a thing!!!

[mando-cyare]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! and your ART?? the way Wyll is smiling with his eyes closed, just basking in the light and love... Or like he's proud of himself after saying something sweet and silly.

And Astarion... Almost looking like he can't quite believe his luck, or wishing he could roll his eyes at how sugar sweet Wyll is, but is too enamored with him to really care.

Thank you for letting me ramble about your art. Thank you.

I do rather like that, you know.

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

you wouldn't know Prada if one stepped on your scrotum

[moonfableflor]

Bonus: explain who your cats are and how you got them in the tags

[hinamie]

every so often i have to relearn how to draw yuuji or he starts fighting me

[boytransmission]

This is fine? Like nothing’s showing, right?

Top surgery fund! <3 $app <3 wishlist

[nobodyyourandomlysaw]

The urge to read about stoic x stoic pairs is strong today.