#I'm also not proud of this haha

[bleuteal]

Sno

[lyxchen]

Okay so wasn't able to finish this tonight cause I still need cool lighting and background but can we please look at the hand!!

[neunhofferart]

Woah, hey! Dungeon Meshi Marcille for belated Halloween this year!

(I made the cloak and staff myself ^^)

[salamispots]

some break/warm up drawings

[insertsomthinawesome]

Happy FFXV 8th Anniversary Art compilation (2/2)!! Once again inspired by this Lovely Post which enabled me I'm realizing as of this second post that I'm living back in like, 2022 when the post limit was 10 xD BUT YA KNOW WHAT i'm okay with that HAHAHAHA I'm so freaking proud of that first image? Its rare that I manage to actually draw all the available dynamics I want to, the fact that I managed it (despite as you can see, not finishing the shading HAHA) is wild and really cool to me. The forehead kiss was from a Comfortember I never finished! (or honestly got that far in HAHAHA i had two images) And in the middle, the Ignis and Gladio are from different years (2023 for Ignis and 2021 for Gladio) when I tried to draw on their birthdays, but Ran out of steam. Also i'm still so proud of that Prompto comic SLDKFJLKJASDFLSDFDS

[No Romance Included] Here's a link to post Number 1 if anybody wants to see that!

[gremlins-hotel]

From the notes of Capt. Alfred Jones: "Davie was a bus and the 'Flying Fortress' moniker seemed to pass her by, but it was a ship with a brave crew. The trudge of getting back to England from enemy territory is a story for another day. I miss her and sometimes I miss the boys we lost that day."

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B-17F "Dear Davie": *U.S. Army Model B-17F-65-BO Air Corps Serial No. 42-29670 Delivered Cheyenne 31/1/43; Pueblo 18/2/43; Salina 15/2/43; Brookley 19/3/43; Smoky Hill 23/3/43; Dow Field 18/4/43. Assigned to the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group [TS-L] "DEAR DAVIE" 22/4/43; Missing in Action near Hamburg 25/7/43 with Alfred "Comet" Jones, **Co-Pilot: Daryl "Speed" Reed, Navigator: Richard Reed, Bombardier: Charlie Marstaller; Radio Operator: Johnathan Graves, Flight Engineer/Top Turret Gunner: Clyde "Pepsi" Ray, Ball Turret Gunner: William Ortlieb, Waist Gunner: Leslie Lipsey, Waist Gunner: Paul Rapoport, Tail Gunner: Thomas Pugh (6 Killed in Action); "DEAR DAVIE" lost to flak/anti-aircraft fire, crashing near Uetersen, 15 miles NW of Hamburg, Germany.

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[nerd things & acknowledgements below cut]

Notes on the B-17F... The B-17F was an upgrade of the previous E model, with several notable changes: A one- or two-piece plexiglas nose cone, as opposed to the ten-paneled cone of previous versions. Reinforced landing gear allowed for a greater maximum payload, from 4,200 lb (1,900 kg) of ordnance to 8,000 lb (3,600 kg). Flight and combat range of the F model was improved by 900 mi (1,400 km) with the addition of nine self-sealing rubber fuel cells in the wing root, aka, "Tokyo tanks". The F model was generally characterized by being tail-heavy - which lead to part failure - and woefully undefended from the front; the early F models had no front-facing armament, leaving a 60° blind spot to the direct front of the aircraft - a flaw which was exploited by German pilots, who held air superiority. Later F models would see a list of possible available modifications (factory and field) such as inserting two .50 caliber machine guns into the nose cone to solve the blind spot. Other modifications to later F models were bulged cheek turrets, as opposed to the window-mounted guns of earlier iterations, and the available addition of the iconic "Bendix" chin turret. The chin turret is far more common on the subsequent G "gunship" variant. ("Dear Davie" is an early F model without the nose mount, bulged cheeks, or chin turret.)

*This model production block, serial no., and fate are borrowed from real-life B-17F #42-29670, "Thundermug." "Thundermug" was an aircraft that originally served in the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group alongside my great-grandfather and his usual steed, "The Gremlins Hotel." It was transferred to the 544th BS/384th BG, at which point it went Missing in Action over Hamburg from flak/aa-fire; 8 of its crew became POWs while 2 were KIA. I have had the honor to speak to descendants of both of its crews and help them research "Thundermug"; I wish to voice a mere glimpse of their stories in a unique way.

**All names of Alfred's crew are either cobbled-together family names throughout our history here or entirely fictitious - though some were inspired by real people whom I grew up with stories of. All inspirations were individuals that lived good lives post-war.

[showskanvas]

First original post for this sideblog! My contribution to the Monty and Foxy show PMV collab organized by @kenmarlenn ! You can watch it here! :D It was so much fun working on it and one of the first times I pushed myself to stop being shy participate in a project like this! XD Everyone did such an amazing job and should be proud!

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[f0x-meets-w0lf]

y'all i designed a really fun trc tattoo that i'm gonna get to do on monday and first of all, how wild and amazing is my life that i get to tattoo some of my fav fictional characters on people in my art style for my living?! being a tattoo artist is a huge commitment on so many levels and is so so much work lmao, but it's work that i love and i am so lucky. secondly, i'm gonna ask my client if they're cool with me sharing the art for it here, because i think y'all will like it :') it's the fandom darling (one particular disgruntled moody catholic irish nightmare-dreamer-creature boy)

[cheesecake801]

It's been a while but have drawings I made of @cupcakestreets marvelous designs for Ingo, Emmet and Cilan ! I love them dearly 💖

[xylo-art]

why what nice chompers you have there sir....

Fredbear transparent rotation for your fredbear transparent rotation needs!

[somepsychopomp]

Well now you got me curious. What would Paris and Odysseus's relationship be like

Short answer: if Odysseus isn't trying to escape Troy, he's trying to assassinate Paris. If Paris isn't busy being a huge loser, he's dodging Odysseus' assassination attempts.

But to really answer this question, I'd much rather start at the very beginning of their "relationship" when Paris first abducts him. (Also sorry everyone for making my omegaverse AU needlessly complicated by adding more and more spin offs to it, but this ask is in reference to this post I had about omega Odysseus being kidnapped to Troy)

First off, I don't imagine that Paris picked Aphrodite to give the golden apple to and she immediately snapped her fingers to make Ody appear. For as little credit as people & gods alike give her, Aphrodite can be very good at pulling strings behind the curtain. So let's say that there's a big celebration across the pond from Troy & several high-profile Greek royals are all together in one place. In my mind, I imagine some kind of grand, royal wedding taking place in Sparta. Penelope, as a former Spartan princess, is of course invited to come, along with her omega mate.

And wouldn't you know it, the Spartan royal house has decided, somewhat abruptly, to invite a party from Troy! A wedding isn't just a family matter, after all- it's an opportunity to talk trade, strengthen old ties, or forge new ones. And oh, how unfortunate that at the time the delegation is set to sail, King Priam has fallen ill. Not enough to kill him, but enough that he is certainly not seaworthy. He was supposed to attend the wedding with his wife, but decides to send two of his sons in his stead. Hector will no doubt perform well and generate a good image for Troy, but this will also be a great learning opportunity for Paris to better familiarize himself with politics and sharpen his mind. Plus, what could go wrong when he has his elder brother to watch over him?

Well, Aphrodite so happens to be a little voice in Paris' ear, giving him all the sweet words that the Greek kings want to hear. He endears himself to them, acting as nothing more than one of countless young princes from around the Mediterranean. He has few feats to speak of, no grand stories of hunting huge game or the like, but he's got such a way with words.

Why, the kings say, they ought to pit this young Trojan prince against Odysseus' swift tongue and mind!

Odysseus? Paris thinks. Who's that?

He's led through the throngs of wedding guests, away from his elder brother, and to the very queen of Sparta herself.

There she is, Aphrodite whispers to him, She is to be your wife.

And yes, Helen is beautiful. More beautiful than any other woman Paris has ever seen. She smells of flower petals drifting on the surface of a river: sweet, but cold. And she's not alone. She's talking with what looks to be a mated couple. They're clearly royalty, their richly dyed clothes speak of some wealth, but the lack of intensely elaborate embroidery suggests they must be from a smaller or less well-off nation. There is a tall woman, an alpha, with her arm laced through that of a shorter but still very muscled and handsome man.

Aphrodite coaches Paris through his introduction, earning him a few pleasant smiles and warm welcomes from the Queen and her esteemed gusts: her cousin Penelope & her husband, King Odysseus of Ithaca.

Aphrodite is about to really get to work and use her power as the goddess of love, but Paris hesitates. He knows that he was promised the hand of the most beautiful woman, and that's exactly what Helen is, but... does he want her?

Both Spartan women are so tall, and they carry themselves with such an intense grace belied by a such a daunting quiet confidence. Helen's cool and distant demeanor makes her feel so intimidating. There is no gentleness to her that is common among omegas, either. She has the face of a woman who could watch a man die for her and not even blink.

Paris thinks he could easily fall in love with Helen, but would she love him back?

That's what I'm here for, sweetheart, Aphrodite reminds him.

Before he makes his choice, a few of the other guests interrupt and say that young Paris is quite the eloquent and sharp-tongued speaker. The King of Ithaca is immediately curious.

Be wary of him, Aphrodite warns, He is a student of Athena.

Athena? This king has the favor of a god like Paris does?

Odysseus, who really doesn't look to be much older than Paris himself, immediately starts playing games with him. What few Trojan riddles that Paris knows, Odysseus can solve them within minutes, answering each puzzle faster than the last. But when Paris struggles to answer one of Odysseus' own riddles, the king of Ithaca seems to goad him, "I didn't expect this one to stump you. It seems you are running out of time."

And Odysseus gives him a pointed look.

"A sundial!" Paris says. "The answer is a sundial."

Odysseus smiles, "Correct. Well done, Paris of Troy."

Though Paris clearly didn't know the answer, Odysseus is neither disappointed nor seemingly upset he had to give out an extra hint when he himself needed none.

A few spectators around them clap Paris on the back. They're all a lot more drunk than Paris is, having been too nervous to accept any wine. Odysseus, too, seems to be quite sober. He asks Paris to walk with him. Penelope has been away from her natal home for about a year now and wishes to reunite with some of her old friends, anyways.

"So, you've been married for a year?" Paris asks.

"Indeed." Odysseus gets this dreamy look on his face, "It's been the best time of my life."

They talk a little about their families. Odysseus mentions off-handedly that he just had his first child a few months ago and the ordeal was quite the memorable one. Paris nods along, trying and failing to imagine what his children with Helen might look like.

It wasn't until they were walking through a more secluded wing of the palace that Paris finally notices the sweet smell of an omega in the air.

He stares at Odysseus in shock. When they were in a crowd, it was nearly impossible to tell anyone's secondary gender. Helen only stood out because he was searching for her scent. But when they were together like this, Paris couldn't help but want to lean into Odysseus' soothing, sweet scent. He smelled of honey and a warm fire, like a warm embrace welcoming him home.

Odysseus is a remarkable omega, he's beginning to realize. Intelligent, but not to the point of cruelty. Strong, but not merciless. Handsome with thick, luscious hair, broad shoulders, strong thighs, and a noticeable swell to his chest, but not vain. And, apparently, more than able to bear a healthy child.

Paris swallows, desire curling in his gut. Helen might've been the most beautiful woman in the world, but somehow, here was another omega who enticed him even more so.

He could be yours, Aphrodite whispers, nearly causing him to jump. She'd been silent for the entire time he's spoken with Odysseus. The heart knows what it wants. All you have to do, young Paris, is say the word.

He came here for Helen. He came here for Helen.

Paris keeps telling himself that, but it's impossible to ignore reality. Helen was a beautiful woman, but distant and vain. Odysseus was far kinder and much warmer. Paris could easily imagine climbing into bed with this lovely omega.

He stops in his tracks, causing Odysseus to stop, too.

"I want you," Paris says.

Odysseus gives him a bewildered expression. "I beg your pardon?"

But a dense fog comes to life all around them, isolating them from the rest of the palace. Odysseus gasps and his hand flies for the hilt of his dagger as a flurry of rose petals swirls around him. Paris can hear Aphrodite laughing in his head as Odysseus stumbles and nearly falls. Paris moves to catch the omega, alarmed by the way Odysseus' eyes dart back and forth beneath his eyelids.

The petals vanish as the wind fades.

Slowly, Odysseus opens his eyes and begins to purr.

"Alpha..." he murmurs, nuzzling against Paris' throat. "...take me home."

Paris' whole body throbs with want. But he knows he must act swiftly. The fog doesn't abate as he guides Odysseus through the palace, his hand around the omega's wrist. Strangely enough, no one else notices the fog. But through it, Paris and Odysseus go undetected.

"We must leave. Now." Paris says to Hector, finding him in the fog. Hector seems confused at first, but a glaze washes over his eyes as he nods in agreement. Yes, they must go home now. Never mind that their delegation was invited to stay for a week. They must return home before their father begins to miss them.

In the dark of the night, the Trojans load their ship and sail away. As Sparta grows smaller and darker behind them, Paris sits below deck with his omega in his lap. Odysseus has wrapped his arms around Paris' shoulders, pressing kisses to his neck and face.

"Alpha, how much longer until we're home?"

"Just a little while, now," he says, unable to resist a smile.

Hector and the crew won't come to their senses until they've docked at Troy's port. Once they're safely within the palace, Hector snaps out of it and gawks at the omega king that his brother apparently kidnapped. As the elder brother, Priam will expect Hector to explain how in the world this could've possibly happened!

Though he is typically slow to anger, Hector can't help but explode at Paris. "You fool! What have you done? Do you not think the Achaeans will notice that a king of theirs has gone missing? And what will his people do once they find out that their king is with us?"

For once, Paris stands his ground. Odysseus is his god-given gift. He has earned this omega as his mate & husband!

All while Odysseus hangs on his arm and purrs at Paris with star-studded eyes, as if Paris himself was a god.

King Priam, who miraculously made an instant recovery from his illness as soon as his sons returned does not know what to do... other than to give Paris & Odysseus his blessing. If it was the will of the gods, then how can he protest?

But everyone's thinking it: Will war come?

Perhaps. The Greeks love to squabble amongst each other as much as they love to fight outsiders. There's a sizable chance that they might not band together to reclaim Odysseus. Aphrodite points out to Paris that Ithaca is indeed a small and modest island nation. The people don't live in squalor, but they're hardly the most affluent city-state around. They certainly don't have the man power to go to war with Troy on their own.

So Paris gets married. Everyone can tell that his new omega is clearly not of sound mind. He's not mad, no, but Odysseus is... well, there's something wrong with him. He is too in love with Paris, can hardly do anything but hang onto his new husband's every word. But his body isn't that of a soft, coddled pet. He is hardened and strong, and despite Hector's best efforts to coax Odysseus into sparring or hunting with him, the omega has no interest.

The days turn to weeks. The weeks to months.

The Trojans soon hear rumors that a Greek army has begun to amass, but that they're stuck on some faraway shore due to bad winds. Supposedly, they've angered one of the gods.

Meanwhile, Paris waits for Odysseus' heat, as that will be the best time to form their mating bond & will offer the best chance at impregnating his omega.

Some more time passes.

Paris thinks to himself that everything's fine. He's a married man now, he's gotten exactly what he wanted. Sure, his family is not too happy with his actions but they can hardly stop him.

That is, until one fateful dinner. The royal family all dine together, with most of them pointedly ignoring the way Odysseus seems to sustain himself more so on worshipping Paris than actually eating. He's softened up a bit, some of his muscle replaced by the lovely curves an omega is supposed to have. Paris is glad for it, Hector thinks its a waste of a warrior's build.

Then all curtains are seemingly ripped off the windows as a horrible gale sweeps through the room. Plates fly and shatter, guards cry out in alarm, and in one big gust, all the torches and candles go out.

A figure appears. A woman nearly twice as tall as a man, wearing golden armor that gives off a brilliant glow. She comes to them shrouded in a long cape, a shield on one arm and a massive spear in the other. The royals, guards, and servants alike all bow before her.

"There you are!" she says, her voice full of familiarity as she addresses the only person in the room not cowering before her.

"Athena!" Odysseus says, a smile upon his face, "Athena, look! I've gotten married!"

No one in the room moves or speaks, but they watch as Odysseus approaches Athena and shows her the gifts his dear spouse gave him. New clothes, a lavish circlet in his hair, and a golden ring studded with rubies upon his finger.

Athena stares at him, eyes narrowed. "Yes, I'm aware you've been married. I witnessed the birth of your son. But this is hardly Ithaca, Odysseus. What are you doing so far from home?"

"Ithaca?" Odysseus asks, his docile smile never leaving his face even as his voice laces with curiosity. "But this is my home. My alpha is here.”

Athena gives him a long, hard look and slowly, as if speaking to a child, asks Odysseus to point at the person he thinks he's married to.

He points at Paris.

In an instant, Athena understands what has happened. Aphrodite originally promised Paris the most beautiful woman in the world, but somewhere along the way, the idiot prince has managed to snag her student and ensnare him in Aphrodite's magic.

Athena thinks of many ways to break the spell over Odysseus, but none are as effective as raising her hand and striking him across the face. Everyone in the room freezes in horror as Odysseus staggers.

WIth reflexes faster than anything the Trojans have seen from him thus far, Odysseus catches himself and stands tall. He looks down at his hands, his fingers curling into fists before opening again.

"Athena..?" He asks. His voice is groggy, as if he's woken from a deep sleep, "Athena, where are we? Where am I? What is this place?"

He speaks to the goddess as if she were an old friend. Paris has never seen anything like it outside his secret bond with Aphrodite.

Athena turns Odysseus around to face the Trojan royal family. She levels her spear at Paris, saying, "You've been married off to this imbecile right here."

"Married?" Odysseus repeated, sounding as if he's never heard the word before.

He continues to stare at Paris in confusion, then disbelief, shock, and horror. Slowly, his expression turns to one of pure rage.

Athena raises her spear high above her head. It shrinks in her hand until it looks like nothing more than a toy. But it is the perfect size for a man.

Odysseus takes the spear and lets out the battle cry of a king, immediately aiming for Paris' head.

Paris only barely ducks out of the way. The spear lodges into the stone wall behind him.

From there, it's madness. Servants flee. The guards have no idea who to arrest or what to do. Hector is less interested in protecting Paris than he is in stopping Odysseus, because he can properly see that the person in the room being backed by a goddess is the most important one to calm down. But Athena keeps supplying Odysseus with new spears, not only glad to have found her missing student but more than happy to see him try to murder that little weevil, Paris. And Odysseus, in the struggle, ends up with several bruises and minor injuries, but he doesn't rest until he's gotten his hands wrapped around Paris' throat.

"You stole me from my wife! My alpha! My son!"

But Paris isn't alone, either. A new presence enters the room and Odysseus is thrown off of Paris.

Aphrodite appears in all her glory. She and Athena size each other up.

Aphrodite says, "Paris has won his hand, there's nothing for you to do here, Athena."

Athena scoffs. "We'll see about that."

But Aphrodite is technically right in that Athena can't simply pluck Odysseus out of Troy and drop him off at Ithaca. Paris and Odysseus are legally married despite Odysseus' previous union with Penelope. Athena can do whatever she can to tip the scales, but if Odysseus is to return home, it will largely have to be by his own hand.

To all the room, she announces that a terrible storm is coming to Troy. And that she will be watching.

(From then on, Odysseus is kept in a new bedroom far from Paris' own. That doesn't stop him from scaling the palace roof and sneaking into Paris' chambers that very night to try to kill him again. It doesn't work, but at least it was a little cathartic to try.)

[lifemod17]

Cancel that Funeral, the Hozier Hiatus has been delayed.

Reminder not to kys this holiday season, my friends 🙏

🎥: Hozier | x

01/28/2024

Really hoping that A) they get him in a sketch and B) he debuts a live performance of 'Hymn To Virgil' <- probably not gonna happen but let me be delusional for a moment

[affluent-havoc]

Ant-Mole makoto is so skrunkly!!, the Little bb.

Need to see Kyoko or Togami reaction to the little creature

Screw it. I've giving this lore now!

They found him one day while on a gardening expedition. The little creature was all alone, seemingly abandoned.

Thus, as both very smart and logical people, they've decided to take him in, give him somewhere nice to sleep. They also decided it was best to give the small ant mole some nice clothes which Byakuya totally didn't stab himself several times with a needle in order to sew these little garments up.

And, once Makoto came back home after a nice visit with his sister, he was given quite the shock!

Don't worry! They all totally had the talk about how they now have a potential mythical creature on their hands.

[deoidesign]

just to inquire, what’s your favorite thing you sell in your shop?

i love your comic!

Oh thank you!

And my favorite thing... That's hard to answer haha

I like selling prints because I get to use my nice printer (which I love to do) and I especially love selling custom panel prints, because then I get to see people's favorite panels from my comic, which is double nice...

The most fun items to pack are the merch bundles which are themed with my books, I LOVE coming up with packaging design like this so much...

But my favorite design has gotta be one of these... Probably the patch, there.

It's really hard for me to pick!

I actually genuinely just am really passionate about product design and merch themeing, it's not only extremely fun for me but it also just really engages my brain. I love coming up with items that fit a theme, and there's no theme I love more than my own comics haha

So there's not much I could enjoy more! That's why I chose to do a merch club on patreon, it lets me get out my merch-y feelings but without overloading my storefront... Plus it's just really fun for me! I get to experiment, make little packages, and enjoy making new things.

Thank you for asking!

[sysig]

He was a human pirate, which you wouldn’t think you’d have to specify and yet (Patreon)