#Might give her an arm one

[valgeristik]

Ничего не останется от нас, Нам останемся, в лучшем случае, мы

hi. hello. listen to this song

i have so many thoughts about these two. oh my god. maybe i will write it out some day, but for now drawing it out will do

translation will be under the cut! knowing the words does add to the work so i do recommend reading it. or just enjoy the art <3

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heres the translation, color coded according to how i broke it up for the art. just in casies

first page:

Love is scarier than war

Love strikes more true than steel

second page:

More true, because of your own volition

third page:

You run towards all the winds

Let there be pain and eternal battle

Not atmospheric, not earthly

fourth page:

But definitely with you

caption:

There will be nothing left of us,

we will be left with, in the best case, ourselves

[trash-can-sam]

What happens when your coworker kills your other coworker but both of you are in a relationship (kind of) with the same ethereal woman who had an admiration for said dead coworker.

+bonus Evandrey because it’s funny to me (I’m sorry Eva.)

[riisume]

WORK IN PROGRESS...

Brawler Maeve spoke to me and started telling me what she wanted for a redesign.🧍 I have a vision... She's so beautiful and I wish she'd snap me in half

[thermodynamic-comedian]

listen. i do not ever want anything bad to happen to lena kelley. however i do want her to, at some point, be in so much distress that someone has to comfort her. do you understand.

[stars-self-ships]

To everyone who made a fuss about Lola Bunny's redesign in Space Jam: A New Legacy when it was first revealed, making claims like how she's not as attractive as she was in the first movie...

💖 You are wrong. 💖

[cerealbishh]

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Good, now go get ready and wish for the best."

[mrbexwrites]

Last line tag

@spideronthesun tagged me

I've been trying to finish this scene for a long time, and *finally* managed to hit the last note before I move on! Passing the tag onto @surroundedbypearls @queen-tashie @clearcloudlesssky @cowboybrunch

Elise laid her hands on both of my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I curled my fingers of flame once more into a fist, feeling whole for the first time in a long time. 

[mys-ships]

It's late but boyfriend day!!! Um. Not much to do w Leland on their island together but Dove would love to just treat him to nice day of hanging out and spending sweet time together:] how is it different from every other day? I dunno. She'd just go out of her way to make him feel special. Spoil him all day. Cherish the Leland. Make him feel so happy and loved.

[vyeoh]

The girl I took on a date has been texting me at like 6:30 to 7am the last 2 days bc she's on vacation and timezones but I'm just so ‼️😊🫠

[dunmanticarchivistsmain]

istg one more beautiful piece of writing inspired by my self indulgent doodling and im gonna explode into one million pieces on fire <3

Round 3 fired and away! For your latest art, I'm sure we will have a perfectly normal conversation about this (and secret life tomorrow once I've watched it). Not sure if I need to put warnings on this, somewhat heavy on the selfwhump in the first bit

When Scarlet Pearl rose from the crater of Scott's sacrifice, she was untouched by the violence, as though the carnage of the previous day had not occured. Mindlessly she set about collecting the detrius of the casualties, a half-remembered habit of tidying up. A battered diamond chestplate, a bloody sword, a splintered bow. All with no body to bury. Nonetheless, she piled it into individual chests and heaped a mound of dirt over each. Sticking a sign over these graves, she left an epitaph for their ending.

"Scott, the star that went off with a bang"

"Martyn & Cleo, divided in life and death"

"Impulse & Bdubs, something wicked their way came"

"Etho & Joel, the boat burned, everything burned"

At last, with Jimmy and Tango's death already marked, she made her way back to her tower, a single leftover sign tucked away. One with her name on it. One last ending.

The lonely perches of her tower loomed out of her exhausted reach. It didn't seem worth the effort, to climb all the way up, to where pain had made its home in her heart. Scarlet Pearl wondered aloud, to no one but Tilly, if she should just dig her own grave and wait for death to claim her.

A reply unexpected came from the rustling in the brush.

"Who's there?" Scarlet Pearl called out, gripping her axe, then thought better of it. She did after all, call for the end. And Tilly didn't seem to mind whoever was out there, tail wagging and head tilted in confusion. A state of mind shared by Scarlet Pearl, for she was sure of being alone. She was cursed to be; victory had ensured it. She fell to her knees, letting the happy, silly look on Tilly fill the imminent void.

"You", whispered a voice that was at once familiar and foreign to her ears.

"That's not an answer mate", her head turned to the source of the voice.

Stepping out was an impossible figure. A worn blue hoodie, flowing brown hair and piercing grey eyes. Scarlet Pearl had to look away, she could not meet her mirror's gaze. Was it one of pity? Was it contempt? She could barely guess from a glimpse; would Death be so cruel to use herself in its image?

The question of who was an instinctive one, but the thought made her shudder, jumbling her words "who- why are you here?"

"You. I'm here for you."

"Get away from me!"

Shaking her head reflexively in denial, Scarlet Pearl fumbled for a weapon, finding the sign with her name on it and raised it in one shaking hand. In the depths of despair, her instincts found she would not let Death take her without a fight yet. She was Scarlet Pearl, undefeated and unscarred, survivor of the death games-

The apparition, as she was fully revealed in the moonlight, was no perfect replica of her. Patched up scrapes, bandaged wounds littering her unarmored skin. They looked to be in a real rough state, Scarlet Pearl could easily take on this version of her. But there was something about how her mirror carried themself, the gentleness in their voice, that paralyzed Scarlet Pearl. Not from fear or resignation. But an ugly, painful envy of the affection in her mirror's eyes.

How could she love or be loved ever again?

This Pearl sank to her knees in front of Scarlet Pearl, interlocking one of their hands. Scarlet Pearl was torn, her touch starved self cried out for the first human contact in days? Weeks-, wait human? That hand fit in hers so smoothly, they were undeniably her own.

"You're not Death" Scarlet Pearl said, feeling exceptionally foolish for being unable to recognise herself. Tilly clearly did, nuzzling between the two happily.

"I am no more Death than you are," the other Pearl agreed, gently prising the sign from her other hand, leaning it against the base of the tower then capturing her limp fingers with their own warm ones.

"I'm just the you, who you'd let lead you home."

The last gasp of adrenaline faded; oh Void she was so tired, so bone-deep tired of being alone. All Scarlet Pearl could do is clutch those hands, as though they'd fade away if she didn't.

But they were already were, the Pearl-that-was-her slowly becoming less substantial as their warmth lingered and spread.

"Don't leave me! How will I get home? Where even is a home for me?" she cried plaintively, the numbness wearing off, the pain sweeping in.

"Hold me in your heart. Hold your hurts; and hold closer the hope of their healing."

She could already feel her grasp slipping, her mauled mending mirror of a self, fading, no, melding into her. Gashes opened where swords have left their mark, bruises bloomed with a fresh vengeance and her heart felt like it was torn from her chest anew.

"Home is where they are waiting for you."

The last wisps of their fingers parted and Pearl collapsed, falling forwards-

Pearlescentmoon fell out of this world Pearlescentmoon joined the game

Into loving arms.

[dutybcrne]

Thinking abt Taru fresh out of the Abyss, out with his siblings and spotting a rabbit or small animal. Instincts & habit kicking in ( those seldom lasted long in the Abyss, get it while he can, bring it to share with Master- ), him immediately setting to hunt and kill the creature then proudly bringing it back to his family, all smiles and blood-spattered, and being utterly thrown by the fact that he was not met with mildly disinterested praise, but sheer horror instead-

[torgawl]

NOT ONLY FATHER, DADDY TOO

[chewysgummies]

I already told this to the plushie server, but I thought about visiting the build a bear store again just so I can try on this pink cozy jacket pajama and give Starfy my "call me" retro telephone pin

[monotone-artist]

ratio'd by sonic the hog

[id: sketchy scribble of sonic, seen from the torso up, in mid-run, holding one hand in the shape of the letter L on his forehead. he looks real snarky, smiling tauntingly. end id]

[dagaan]

🌑⌛️🌑⏳🌑

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! I love all your work - it gives me life ~

I absolutely love how you’ve added so much detail (especially the small things) to these characters and the overall story!! It’s been fantastic to watch the little details grow and unfold over time.

I love your take on Thena and cold weather! If you have time or any ideas I was wondering if you could do something angsty that elaborates on that — maybe something like hypothermia? Thanks so much!!!

"Are you done yet?!"

"Easy, Gil," Phastos discouraged, although even the usually unbothered and unshaken Fabricator flinched at the harsh tone of it. His rings floated through the air as he examined their teammate--their poor, shivering sister. "She'll live."

"Of course she'll live!" Gil barked, standing from the edge of the greentank and out of the comforting chatter of Sersi and Ajak beside him. "I care about the fact that she's freezing!"

Thena curled up on Phastos' console/exam table, unable to stop her trembling as her body desperately tried to regulate itself. She wouldn't lose any limbs or anything, but even her body of Cosmic Energy was struggling to keep the blood in her veins flowing steadily. "G-G-G-Gi-Gil-"

"I'm here, Thena," he was quick to respond, all but shoving Phastos clear across the room as he moved to scoop her up into his arms again. Her trembling didn't exactly stop but certainly it was better than nothing. "I'm right here."

He had been there from the moment she was retrieved after falling through the ice and into the Baltic Sea.

They had been battling a pack of frighteningly large Deviants across the frigid landscape of the continent. Blizzards were constant and they had unwittingly tracked them right onto the ice.

"Ajak, please," he pleaded with their Prime, who one of the few Eternals who had not been on the receiving end of Gil's ire since returning. "Can't you do something?"

"I'm sorry," Ajak cooed, first at Thena, running her hand over her golden curls of hair. She looked up at Gil, pressing her palm to his cheek, "I can close wounds, mend bones, stop bleeding. But I can't make the heart pump faster."

There were a lot of intricacies to Ajak's powers, and Gil had tried to ask her about warming up Thena before to no avail.

"Just take her to bed," Ajak suggested, giving the Strongest Eternal her permission to be relieved of duty until Thena was in fighting condition again.

Gil pressed a kiss to Thena's temple as he walked out of the console room and towards his quarters. She always slept better in his bed than in hers, even when he was with her. "Don't worry, Thena. I'll get you warmed up."

She said nothing, her teeth chattering loudly in her jaw. She settled on pressing her cheek into him. "S-S-S-S-St-St-S-"

She couldn't muster a single word. Gil hurried into his room, immediately pulling the covers up over them as he wrapped his arms around her. He had seen Thena cold--she got cold pretty easily. But he had never seen her like this. He was scared.

Thena's hands clenched at him, trying to convey something. Either she didn't have the words or she wouldn't be able to verbalise them anyway. She tapped her fingers at his chest.

"Okay," he whispered, kissing her freezing cold forehead and taking her hands between his. Their armour dispersed from between them and he pulled her closer, pressing her skin to his.

Thena sighed.

Gil buried his nose in her hair, holding onto her as if the outside world were trying to rip her away from him. It this was what it took, he would hold her all night, not take his eyes off of her, hold her hands--anything.

Thena nestled and nuzzled closer to him continually, surrendering her pride to the need to feel his warmth. Eventually, her lips parted. "Gil."

"I've got you," he whispered, puffing hot breath against her cheek and then kissing it as if to seal it in.

"Got me," she repeated, finally showing some semblance of being Thena. She snuck her feet in between his, which he allowed wordlessly. Her hands flexed again, this time against the skin of his chest. "Better."

Better: better than the cold, better than she had been feeling before, better him than anyone else. Thena didn't need a plethora of words to communicate, least of all with him.

Gil meshed their legs together, his knees between hers and over top of her thigh. He moved his hands over the delicate sculpt of her hips, her ribs, her back. Everywhere her frigid skin yearned for his attention.

Thena continued to loosen as he held her, his hands so much warmer than any fire and so much more comforting than any blanket or pillow. And certainly, his presence was much more assuring than any power given by the Celestials.

Gil settled his arms around her waist and his hands on her back only when she was no longer trembling. She was all but purring when that satisfaction did eventually come. He moved his head on the pillow, so close to her that their lips and noses and eyelashes could brush with the slightest movement. His head bonked hers affectionately. "Warmer?"

"Much," she sighed against him, her face half buried under his and into his pillow.

"Good," he sufficed to say, not that he would be going anywhere any time soon. "You need rest. I'll be here."

"Good," she said in return, her hands leaving his hips and creeping their way up to his back as well.

He could tell that his warmth had really permeated her when her hands were no longer frigid but instead nice and warm on his back.