#I should probably be scared.

[percylovesblue]

So…TOA should be the next one getting a graphic novel adaptation after HOO is done right?

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[cestacruz]

Small studies of Starscream in the Robots in Disguise 2015 design because he's literally perfect☺️☺️☺️ i want to marry him!!!

[hailsatanacab]

“To whom,” Alfred rasps, pausing to clear his throat and establish his sense of decorum, “May I ask, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

The creature stops, blinks its owlish eyes at him, and lets out a bark of laughter.

“Forgive me,” it says, still chuckling lightly, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Alfred is suddenly struck by the feeling that this creature is not as timeless, nor as old or as wizened, as it wished to present itself. “I am making a terrible first impression. My name is Phantom, current High King of the Infinite Realms.”

Contractual Obligations by me!!!

I couldn't get the image of Ghost King Danny out of my head, so here he is!! Acrylic on canvas, and I'm so happy with it - he came out a lot better than I thought he would 😅

[the-meme-monarch]

what if i Entirely made up another relationship but with the express intent that they Don’t get together actually. this started out as a lol an lmao even but honestly i think i needed this. cathartically

based on the tags of my post here

👍if you ship scc go away

[flamingtoads]

We shouldn't have watched that movie before bed, was the thought that popped into Karen's mind as she followed closely behind her wife out of their bedroom. The floor boards creak as Hen and Karen stops at the end of the hallway. They pause as a large lumpish shadow cast from the kitchen light rushes out of view, followed with what sounded like a clatter of dishes falling together. Karen leaned closer into Hen, "Did you see that?" Hen's hands gripped tightly around the baseball bat, preparing herself for what might be waiting for her in the kitchen. "Sure did."

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Guilliman's Soup

"Look, I'm not going to harm any of you, not unless it involves stuffing Guilliman in a room without his....." Fulgrim trails off, the demon prince's lower half coiling in discomfort as he stares at the abomination that bubbled within the pot. It smelled distinctly of both Mjød and cigarettes, appearing as something that Fulgrim was uncertain if even a Nurgling would eat. He certainly wouldn't. Actually he doesn't think any Slaaneshi demon is depraved enough to even attempt to make such a thing. He shakes his head. "Will I be allowed to help?" Calgar, who was certainly not at all expecting to see the demon prince of excess himself at the entrance to the Imperial palace, couldn't decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand it meant that his primarch wasn't affected by any chaos god, if even Slaanesh was getting involved; on the other, did he really want to accept the help of a demon prince? Especially one that is well.... Calgar sighs deeply, "Fine, you might actually be a good deterrent to Dante anyway. He's been a pain in the ass" "Who is-" Fulgrim doesn't get to finish his sentence as a very old marine of what appears to be of the blood angel's chapter is shooed away by a serf with a broom, wacking the marine's shins with it as he hisses like an angry goose. Fulgrim has his answer on who Dante is but is now even further confused, "I thought Blood Angels were supposed to be noble?" "I'm hoping the soup will kill me" Dante helpfully responds which has the demon prince blinking in utter shock, because what the fuck happened to Sanguinius' sons!? Another Ultramarine, this one apparently named Cato is crawling on his hands and knees out of the room where Dante came from, coughing and generally being a rather sad sight with the stench of both vomit and the abominable liquid upon his breath. Slaanesh, who just briefly decided to turn her head towards whatever the fuck her demon prince was doing, vomits and mutters 'I can't believe none of this was Nurgle's idea; he actually wants the fucking recipe!'. Needless to say, Fulgrim doesn't really want to know what's exactly in that pot. Instead he dryly says "I'm amazed this hasn't summoned anything other then myself..." Calgor sighs "No, it has, there's the Sanguinor, and it's currently being kept back by some Sister of Silence out of fear that it's going to beat Dante to death with a sandle. Personally I'm not fond of trying to explain to the blood angels that we didn't kill their chapter master; it was the soul of Sanguinius, himself, that ended his life. I can't see that going too well...And Cato, please stop eating father's soup." "But-" "No buts or I'm throwing you into the same room as the Sanguinor" That stopped any more protests out of Cato who shuddered at the very idea of confronting the very angry warp spirit that was half of mind to possess someone.

The sound of what Fulgrim could still recognize after all these years as a very angry Leman Russ can be heard in the distance yelling "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO WITH MY FUCKING MJOD, ROBOUTE!?" This was going to be a long and terrible process, Fulgrim just knows it. ____ This short story was inspired by a convo between myself and @moociaoafterdark on this post.

[triangular-static]

look i understand if people just don't like the idea of billford, i think we have a different internal concept of what shipping means (they're not good for each other at all but i need to dissect their dynamic like a bug. you understand. it's fun) but it's fine to avoid things you don't like, good for you genuinely

however people saying they like. don't see it. like. i'm not saying there's no platonic way to read it, i'm aroace spec myself i'm all for reading things in different ways. but i do think saying they weren't partners in any queer sense at all is trying too hard to go against what the narrative is trying to say, or missing it. somehow

anyway media literacy time if a character makes a joke like this

and the previous context of that joke within the show is that it's about an ex wife. what connection do you think the text is trying to get you to make.

and that's just from a writing point of view. not even noting that from an in universe perspective ford likely knows the joke from the same source as stan. and is therefore. placing himself in that role of the joke are you seeing where i'm coming from

(not to mention bill's side of this text which is. extremely manipulative but also does not read very platonic. again, it can technically be read as platonic! bill literally can manipulate ford's feelings. but the specific wording used is very much meant to look like possessive ex partner wording whether the character means it that way or not. it's coding. look again i'm not saying it was good for them i'm just saying there was something there.)

and then there's also the divorce/break up/rock bottom input on the website. like. how else is that supposed to be read. and the corresponding page in the book itself.

the language being used here. like yes he's saying it in a joking way but then there's the other side that isn't joking which is him crying at the bar. it's the both sides (the very coded language on top of the very genuine emotions and dynamic beneath)

i know most of us are on the same page with this i've just seen a couple people saying they don't see it when this is some of the most clear cut coding i've ever seen. and these are just the things that explicitly reference a relationship off the top of my head i'm not even including the general vibes of Everything

tl;dr it's barely even subtext anymore it's all but straight up text. what's not clicking have we forgotten what coding is (lighthearted i just enjoy the phrase what's not clicking. what's not clicking)

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Day! Six! Of posting Serennedy doodles every day until Christmas!!!

[that-sweet-jester]

I've yet again fallen into the superhero AUs

For those interested in checking my AU👀 pt.1 pt.2

[bee-sidebranch]

is fucking wimdy

[stpsh]

maybe in the next life I'll make a keychain out of it

[usurper-of-heavens]

What a perfectly good day to be completely normal

first pic from/for: Aquarium by master_of_records

Second pic from/for: "I do": The long term deal by MoonlightMav and Mind_Me_Not

[marigoldwriter]

WHERE ARE THE FANFICS!?!?!?!?!?!? FOR ALL THAT IS MOST SACRED, WHERE ARE THE FANFICS?!?!?!?!?!?! It could even be an alternative universe, but please make fanfics!

[cosm1nya]

doodles time !!! raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

im trying to remember how to draw noise aaah + some things i forgot to post lol

[ajwild220]

Hi I just finished reading your "Trust me" Hero x Villain story and it's amazing!! Ik it's a oneshot but would you please consider writing a part 2 for it? Your writing really drew me into the scene and it was beautiful!! 💖💖

-Hello!! Thank you for my first request ever! I originally wasn't sure whether I was going to make another part, but here it is! Hope you enjoy it!-

Part 1

"Trust me" -Part 2

Hero stood there in the thick silence a slight curiosity growing in their core, wondering what in the world Villain was doing behind their back. One moment turned into two and Hero had to stop themselves from squirming, trying to grip onto the bravery they had offered so freely seconds before. Villain was so silent, so still, it was unnerving. Hero was just beginning to wonder if they should turn around again when warm hands encircled their wrists causing them to jump. The hands were instantly removed.

“Sorry—sorry” Hero offered a quick apology “I just didn’t know where you were.” Their words faded away as Hero hung their head cursing their actions. They had just made a declaration of trust, yet their body had so easily betrayed them. Silence followed making Hero fidget.

“You uhh” Hero looked up at the ceiling, “You can remove the cuffs now.” They paused. “Please.”

Still no response, Hero was beginning to worry that perhaps Villain wouldn’t carry out the offer at all, however a slight rustle came from behind and the weight of their nemesis’s hands once again rested on their entrapped wrists. Hero fought a sigh of relief.

The seconds ticked by and Hero could feel Villain examining the cuffs, tugging, adjusting, the occasional warm breath against their palms as an indication of Villains close inspection. Hero relaxed slightly, the whole situation catching up with them. They shifted their weight slightly from side to side, the sudden lack of intense adrenaline flooding their system leaving them weak and shaky, they really wished they would have accepted the meal henchman had brought in earlier.

“Hold still.” Villains quiet command made them stiffen. Instantly they stopped shifting, cursing how weak their knees felt beneath them. Hero tried desperately to revive the energy they had before but to no avail, they found themself taking a small step forward to balance from falling over completely.

One of Villains hands gripped around Hero’s wrists and the other around their forearm to keep them steady. Hero could feel the intense gaze of Villain boring into the back of their head.

“Sorry.” Hero offered, barely a whisper.

A beat went by before Villain rose from the chair hand still holding their cuffed wrists as their other hand came between Hero’s arm and body pushing against their waist. Hero squeaked yet Villain maintained the contact continuing to push against them.

“Move.”

Hero complied. Villain was acting more like themselves, less like a sheepish schoolboy and more like their usual confident bravado. Hero couldn’t determine if that was a good thing or not. On one hand at least they were in familiar territory, on the other hand Villain was a great deal more imposing a figure. A stray shiver went down their spine, Hero wasn’t sure how to deal with imposing right now. Whatever Hero’s feelings on the matter, Villain continued to push Hero until they were perpendicular to the other chair that occupied the room.

“Now sit down and hold still.”

Hero had no other option as Villain’s hand left their waist and aided them to sit sideways, legs dangling over one arm of the chair and restrained hands just resting over the other side. Villains’ grip slid to Hero’s bicep as they helped them to scooch closer to the back of the chair and not fall embarrassingly onto the carpet. Hero tensed slightly as Villains grip pushed uncomfortably against the hand shaped bruises left by henchmen however to Hero’s great relief Villain said nothing, merely shifting their grip.

When Hero was properly situated Villain backed up leaving a blush of nervousness tingling through Hero’s entire worn-out body. Everything Hero had grown to expect from Villain was flipped topsy turvy on its head, something Hero was not enjoying in the slightest. Sure, it was nice to be looked after, but the way Villain did it…surely butterflies were a horrible aid to the healing process. Hero gulped avoiding eye-contact trying with everything left within them to remember that the fluttering mess at the bottom of their stomach was fear and not something less sinister. Whatever this odd feeling was Hero didn’t like it, trying to dredge up memories about who was across from them. Their tongue ran over the cut on their lip and instantly the funny feeling disappeared. After all gentleness is not weakness, Villain was strong as ever and Hero thought it best to remember that they were still at Villain’s complete mercy.

Villain knelt on one knee posture still immaculate and in control as they held eye contact with Hero breaking them from their thoughts.

“What I am about to do is very precise. You have to let me work and not move unless I guide your hands to do so. If you do the cuffs are going to put out an electric shock. Nothing you can’t handle however it will not be pleasant and—” Villain pulled up Hero’s sleeve. Hero’s eyes widened at Villains observantness trying to tug their arm away. Their efforts were ultimately in vain. “It seems you have had a long enough day already.” Their tone was almost soft yet Hero could have sworn they detected an angry undertone as Villain examined the bruising already taking on a purplish hue on Hero’s arm. Hero stopped fighting it, it was pointless. It was clear Villain was going to check on them whether they wanted it or not. Hero didn’t know what to do other than avert their gaze, no matter how many times the more caring side of Villain showed itself it still took them off their guard.

Villains fingers gently traced the hand marks unintentionally coming over a patch of delicate skin. Hero winced and tried to cover it, eyes still trained on the ceiling.

“Please just get me out of these things.” Their voice was quiet, almost pleading.

Villain allowed Hero’s sleeve to fall back over the damaged skin and Hero could have sworn there was a hint of teasing in their tone.

“If you insist.”

Villain promptly disappeared from view behind Hero as their hands began to once again work on the cuffs. Hero took deep breaths trying to not concentrate on Villains touch and surprisingly it worked better than expected. Although it had an undesirable effect as Hero leaned their weight against the back of the chair in exhaustion. Their body was spent, all they wanted to do was close their eyes and forget this whole sticky situation, but they had to keep their guard up. They could feel their eyelids growing heavier the longer they had to remain frozen for Villain. They scrunched their eyes trying to fight it and bit their tongue in effort to remain awake, it worked for awhile until even the pain was beginning to be drowned out by the wave of exhaustion. Then all of a sudden

*Click*

The cuffs unclamped and fell to the floor with a soft thud. That was enough to wake Hero up. They stood almost too swiftly on their wobbly legs and brought their hands in front of them, rubbing their sore wrists out of reach of their enemy and savior.

Villain remained kneeling on the floor eyes examining Hero from afar as they reclasped the now empty cuffs.

“You’re welcome.”

Hero nodded, still rubbing their wrists absentmindedly.

“No ‘Thank you’? I thought heroes had better manners.”

Villain stood slowly but confidently from the ground once again towering over Hero. Hero swallowed and couldn’t help but glance at the door, Villain followed their gaze.

“You want me to leave hmm?” Their voice wasn’t angry, more amused with what they were thinking, “Alright. Mind your manners and I’ll leave. All I need are two little words Hero.” Villain grinned enjoying their little game.

Hero opened their mouth, but no words came as Villain began to stalk forward tossing the cuffs on the comforter.

“Come now Hero, I thought you wanted to be rid of me.”

They were growing closer, a dangerous smile on their lips. Hero refused to back up, refused to repeat being pinned to a wall. They were a Hero for goodness sakes, surely they could hold their ground. Hero began to doubt that fact as Villain stood right before them causing Hero to tip their chin back to look up into Villains eyes, fighting for some semblance of authority.

Villain reached up taking the end of Hero’s hair and twirling it around their long fingers. Hero clenched their jaw trying their best to offer a worthy glare at their opponent. Both stood eyes locked before Villain smiled and began looking all over Hero’s face, allowing the other to glare all they wanted. Hero’s cheeks began to burn with Villains close inspection and they couldn’t help but look away. Villain chuckled leaning in and causing Hero to go completely ridged as Villain softly whispered, warm breath hitting their ear.

“That’s just it isn’t it, too much of a Hero to show gratitude to a Villain.”

Hero instantly revolted, stepping back away from Villain like a spring wound to tight, a heavy scowl on their face. It was quite a short-lived rebellion however as Hero’s legs decided to completely give way beneath their passion. Hero braced to hit the floor, but the floor never came. Even with their eyes squeezed shut Hero registered a warm arm had snaked around their waist strongly supporting their precarious position. Their eyes fluttered open to meet Villains only inches away, it would have been a simple feat to move forward and bump noses. Villain’s eyes were an all consuming blue gazing so intently, Hero gulped trying to shift in their grip to no avail.

“I had thought better of you than that, Hero”

Heros anger grew, they were a Hero and they hated how helpless they had become ever since Villain had walked into the room. They hated being so afraid.

“Let me go!”

Hero fought Villains grip while trying to keep the distance between their faces.

“You know what I want first.”

“And you know what I want! Now let go.” Hero snapped.

Villains grip was tight, reprimanding yet still not hurtful. Hero’s breath was beginning to speed up, the lack of control blocking out their thoughts.

“Let me go, Villain!”

“Hero.” Hero stopped; the tone of voice Villain used sending nervous signals to their core. Villain was serious. Hero didn’t know what it was about that tone of voice but they knew they should respect it. They paused eyes wide and searching amid the vastness of the blue eyes before them.

“Thank you.” It came out quiet and timid, something that irked Hero deep down.

“It was my pleasure” The tone evaporated as Villain spoke calmly.

“N-Now let me go.”

Villain dropped Hero on their butt.

Hero shot a glare and scooted away as Villain chuckled at Hero’s bothered expression. In fact, Hero looked quite childish on the floor scowling as if they were a kindergartener whom had been denied sweets.

“If only I had a camera to show you how silly your face is.”

“If only I had my powers to make you leave.” Hero spat no humor in their comeback. Villain’s eyebrows rose almost imperceivably.

“Careful hero, I leveled the playing field when I removed the cuffs. Don’t think I won’t rise to the occasion. Just because I can clean your wounds doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to inflict them.”

Hero had the decency to drop their challenging gaze. Now was not the time nor place.

A strained pause fell over them both before Villain broke the silence.

“I did say I would be going,” He turned swiftly and with a certain elegance strode towards the door making a point to pause “Thank you for your time, Hero.”

Hero shuddered at Villains perfect control as he went to turn the handle.

But the handle didn’t turn. It was stuck. Villains composure was rattled for no more than a second before he tried once more. His fingers flexed around the knob and wiggling and pushing with great effort before he let his hand drop.

“It’s locked.”

A statement, not a question, and the statement was laced with an ill guarded anger.

A note was thrust under the door and Villain watched it for a moment hands clenched before he rigidly stooped to grab it. Hero could see Villains face darken as he read the words and gulped as he crumpled the paper into a ball. In an uncharacteristic fit of rage Villain kicked the door with a yell of anger and hero flinched, subtly dragging themselves further away on the floor.

An ominous laugh was heard on the other side of the door slowly echoing into nothingness as Hero could hear footsteps disappear down the hall.

The room was completely silent. Hero gazed up at Villain who was composing themselves looking quite small but no longer childish as they stared eyes wide. Villain never got angry like that. Ever.

Minutes passed before Villain spoke.

“It looks like I will be staying here for now, my Hero.”

Part 3