#Something something sword and shield

[sometimeswritingnotreally]

The blorbos I made up everyone!:

They’re gay and stupid and also they’re both low-key, high key autistic

I love them so much<3

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

How Bill was defeated and captured by Ford in my Gf AU! He basically just tricked Bill into accepting a deal that trapped him within Ford's mind and under his control :]

He may have gotten a little out of hand though....

>:)

Next post :]

[deadbaguette]

hiiiiiii i have a request: diomedes with boar armor…. 🙏

YES HAPPY TO FUFILL THIS REQUEST!!!!!

Fucked around with some armour! Boar Diomedes…. (shaking with normality)

[onionowt]

What does a sheep sound like? Baa or mehh?

[poke-poke-poke]

hear me out - i think leon and nihilego would be a fun combo

their designs compliment each other well lol

(i like villain au ideas though, so i may be biased, aesthetic wise)

[overchromatic]

Looking at you SPOOKY STYLE

[artyartpile]

to have him smile in your arms

[cryptbite]

Been a long time since I’ve posted art. Take this redraw of a scene in Pokémon Evolutions | The Champion

[youssefguedira]

K or N for Joe and/or Nicky

K. On the edge of consciousness.

Yusuf wakes slowly, so slowly that he can’t see and isn’t even sure he can open his eyes, only half-sure he still has eyes, and that’s how he knows there’s something very, very wrong. He can’t move, can’t hear, can’t even smell anything. He doesn’t remember exactly what happened to him, but every part of him is burning, and he’s fairly sure the weird aching sensation in his head is his skull knitting itself back together, which. He really, really didn’t need to know what that feels like. 

There’s a scraping in his chest when he breathes in, but at least he’s breathing. 

Where is he? He could be anywhere. He could be in the middle of the street, could have been dragged away from the fighting from someone who had seen him breathing through a wound that should have killed him immediately. When he wakes, what will he find? Will they have taken his weapon? How long has he been dead? 

Will Nicolò be able to find him, if they are separated? Will he even try?

Slowly but steadily, he starts to hear something: a high pitched whistling that sounds like it’s coming from deep inside his own head. The darkness begins to lift, leaving flickering amber lights across his vision, and a shadow in front of him. 

There’s a voice, too, one that sharpens into words as Yusuf’s hearing begins to return. He doesn’t understand their meaning, but the cadence of them and the voice itself is familiar. 

“Are you awake?” Nicolò asks softly, switching to Arabic. 

Yusuf tries to make a sound in response. Whether it’s audible he doesn’t know, because the only noise he can really make is a rasping exhale, but Nicolò hushes him anyway.

“Do not… you can be slow,” Nicolò says. He’s more comfortable with the sounds of the language now, but still doesn’t always string sentences together well. “We are safe. I am here.”

He’s made aware of where his hand is by the feeling of Nicolò reaching for it. Yusuf manages to make an actual sound this time, but still can’t form words. Nicolò squeezes his hand gently. 

“I am here,” he says again. 

Eventually, Yusuf’s skull seems to piece itself back together fully, and his vision sharpens, letting him see that they’re backed into the corner of the two remaining intact walls of a house ravaged by fire, Nicolò crouched in front of him with his sword in hand. There’s a trail of blood leading to where Yusuf is lying now, and a section of the room that has collapsed. He can piece together enough. Nicolò would have had to drag him over here.

This time, he manages to make a sound, even if he can’t quite form words. Nicolò looks down at him over his shoulder, and there is blood on his face and in his hair, and only then does Yusuf notice the bodies in the room. 

“Okay?” Nicolò asks. 

Yusuf manages to nod, and it sends a spike of pain along his spine. Nicolò turns slightly to look at him properly. 

“You are almost done, I think,” he says. “You did not… you were asleep for a long time. I did not know if…”

“Nicolò,” Yusuf finally manages, hoarse.

“Rest,” Nicolò says. “I am here.”

(letter asks)

[obstagoonery]

“The silent treatment’s not for the faint of heart. Was it something I said?”

[valicelavidad]

do you think he's deceiving the owl? or is the owl the deceiver?

[chaotic-would-you-rathers]

Would You Rather...

A: Be summoned as one of the four cardinal heroes from shield hero, as of the moment you read this (there are four cardinal heroes each with a specific weapon, Sword, Bow, Shield and Spear. The weapons are sapient incarnations of ancient spirits and are more or less granting you their power, which you get depends on which wants you the most, and you must use their power to save the world and survive numerous challenges (I wont spoil them if you dont know)) (for referece of what the weapons desire Spear — loyalty, Shield — protect others, Sword — wanting to improve oneself & not cut corners, Bow — strong sense of justice) B: Be forced to join Deep Rock Galactic Mining Corporation as your choice of class, as you are now (a human) and work until you have saved up enough money for retirement (you will have to go on dangerous missions and fight deadly semi-almost completley bulletproof alien fauna and flora to extract minerals for a morally bankrupt megacorporation.)

[devxoid]

redraw thats been all over twitter lately

original pic:

[poke-poke-poke]

hold your very own cloud in your arms!

not much to see here :]

just a wip pic, and a ver that's slightly different in colour lol

[applejuiceyjuice-art]

Twitch as Iono! But steel type!