#The muse XD

[smashwolfen]

Pretty late in the evening but apparently, it's Ingo day in japan?? Been seeing lotta Ingos in my feed and I just so happened to have been messing with the man in my sketchbook this whole week on and off XD

Man with receding hairline decides to grow out a damn silver mane to deal with the cold, also featuring the pre-eeby look I imagine him as, and his canon short asf haircut thats tucked away down there in the corner

We love and appreciate the balding Ingo (Bingo) in this house!!!

[babyblueetbaemonster]

This is the birth of the perfect life form, the ultimate being, Dagoth Ur!

Give him sth to wear

[walkingstackofbooks]

The Garashir wedding: Lower Decks style

Mariner's called into her mom's office. Freeman informs her that something very special but currently classified is going to be happening in the next week, and she knows Mariner is going on leave tomorrow, but she might want to consider postponing it. Mariner declines - "Nah, my thing is more important".

Mariner and Rutherford are left at the space station to go on leave. It transpires that Mariner has been invited to Julian's wedding, and taking Rutherford as her plus one because Julian Bashir is one of his heroes. (augment-cyborg solidarity, anyone?)

Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn are all trying to find out what the mission they're being sent on is. Boimler reports that Shakx seems pretty unhappy. Tendi suggests it's just because T'Ana has apparently discovered a drink she prefers more than Bajoran springwine.

Mariner and Rutherford encounter Hijinks and Troubles as they try to hitchhike their way to the wedding.

Freeman is stressing over what to wear for the occasion and has dragged Ransom in. Dress uniform, obviously, but can she get away with accessorising a little? And if so, how? She doesn't want to be a regular Starfleet officer, she wants to be a cool Starfleet officer. ("I literally cannot help you I don't even know what we're doing because you STILL haven't TOLD me." "It's classified." "You told Shakx!" "Have you tried keeping a secret from Shakx? He's terrifying!" "I can be terrifying!" "Nice try, Jack... Is a scarf too much do you think?")

Mariner and Rutherford have managed to trade his engineering abilities in exchange for passage on a merchant ship. Unfortunately, he is too good, and the ship now want to keep him.

Boimler is on navigation. They're approaching their destination but Freeman still wants the information to be known only to Bridge crew for as long as possible. (Boimler: "But what are we doing on--" Freeman: "Shh. Even the walls have ears, you know.")

The merchant ship have arrived and reluctantly agree to let Mariner and Rutherford go. They change into their fancy wedding stuff ready to be transported down. They are in the middle of a desert. "Screw you!" Mariner shouts uselessly at the sky.

Boimler is in the mess with Tendi and T'Lyn. Boimler is sweating profusely and tapping anxiously on the table. He cannot keep a secret this big. Tendi looks at him curiously. "Why do you keep tapping out "Cardassia" in Morse Code?" she asks, just at the moment when the room has gone silent. All eyes are on Boimler.

Mariner and Rutherford are hot, sweaty, bedraggled and exhausted. The doorkeeper reluctantly lets them in. "It's just started," he says. They sit down quietly in the back. Rutherford think his UT is playing up. "Did they just wish them many happy arguments?" he whispers.

Captain Freeman is nervously playing with her red scarf. "I wouldn't wear that if I were you," Ransom says. "I hear his reputation is quite formidable." Someone gestures that she's up.

We see her begin to walk out, and begin the "Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all shipmasters have had one happy privilege..." speech. The happy couple have their backs to us, and are silhouetted.

The camera zooms further back, and we are now at the back of the building. "Mom?" Mariner whispers to Rutherford.

We finally get to see the couple's faces as the camera pans back to Freeman and looks over her shoulder. Julian and Garak are facing each other. "...Of course, the legal part of this marriage has just been taken care of by the Cardassians -- but it is my privilege to bring this very human tradition to a Cardassian wedding ceremony and tell you that, Julian, you may kiss your husband."

Garak and Julian smile at each other, but the camera cuts away to the crowd. Federation guests are clapping and cheering; the Cardassians tend to be trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in their vicinity.

We cut to the reception. Mariner's asking Julian "It all seemed so... Federation? Even the Cardassian bit?" Julian shrugs. "When you end up making every compromise in the book in the name of interstellar relations, it turns out all you get is a nondescript, bureaucratic service." He winks. "This is going to be when the fun starts."

Garak is complimenting Freeman on her scarf, and we can see in her face that she is totally lording it over Jack. Garak returns to his husband. "But you hated that scarf?" whispers Julian. "The things I do for diplomacy," replied Garak sorrowfully.

T'Ana is downing Kanar like it's nothing in the background to Shakx's distinct disapproval.

Mariner's managed to sneak Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn into the party. "I can't believe we could have just come on the Cerritos," she moans, "but anyway, go wild."

Of course, her deeply uncool friends go wild by fangirling over their DS9 idols. At the end of that montage, Rutherford finally gets the chance to say "Thankyouforallyou'vedonefortheaugmentcommunityDoctorBashir". It's sweet.

Aaand endings are hard so sorry, I don't have one to neatly wrap this all up 😅 I will leave it to your wonderful imaginations.

[angstyvylene-i]

[kaddyssammlung]

[doxxed0367]

Character: writes on the walls

Me: omg just like gra- blows up

(Bonus meme under cut)

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send 💔 for my muse to talk about an ex

Send ‘ex’ if you can’t see the emoji

[theramblingsofadork]

I personally like to imagine that Starline has a specialty tailor and stylist that he goes to to fix his outfits and buy new ones from.

Ain’t no way this fancy boy is buying his clothes from the Sonic world’s equivalent of a Target and calling it a day.

[triaelf9]

you know what, I think I've worked out why I'm cool with some folks hating a character I like, or liking a character I hate, or liking hating a ship I like/hate etc and I think it's HOW they approach it

Is their beef with the character/ship? or have they made it about the people who like/hate the character/ship?

like "I hate Bungles, he's such a CREEP" as apposed to "everyone who likes Bungles is a ding dong and clearly has terrible taste in partners b/c they like BUNGLES like come ON who likes BUNGLES?? MORONS??"

It's the turning it into a moral thing, the "ooh I'm better b/c I hate Bungles" thing I think that ticks me off. Going after real life ppl b/c you hate (or like!) a fictional character so much "Anyone who hates Bungles should DIE" like oof, no thanks. Turning into a purity/clout/moralistic war where you attack features and traits of folks is I think where I draw the line.

Otherwise, I think I've grown into being able to be fine with ppl hating my favs/liking my hates, even if I might not connect on every point. Now THAT'S something we can agree to disagree on XD (and not like "I don't agree you're trans" or other shit things ppl try to use that phrase for lol)

[starrcrossrose]

Sketch Dump of the idiots

I have so much art of them it’s actually insane.

Also they’d be in their early to late 20’s for all of these ✌🏻🐇💙🐢

[quinloki]

Grinding against your fave's lower back while they're laying on their stomach, and you're giving them a massage but they're caught between heaven and hell because they can't relax with you moaning into their ear, breath hot against their skin and lips trailing teasing against them.

You press in deep and get that knot to let go and they give you that muffled grunt of relief and you just lay right against their back saying you're going to warm them up. Like your sweet little breathy needy mewls don't already have their blood flowing and that wet patch is soaking through your pants and they can feel it, and gods if you don't get yourself off soon they're going to flip the both of you over and handle things their own way.

[mintytealfox]

his face really do be looking like its carved from stone, statue-like. The one part of him that is perfectly molded and intact, minus the obvious spot over the eye. (reminds me of the mask he puts on to seem personable enough to get places and get as much information as he can out of people)

They really went "norton, how would you like to look as a hunter?" and he described this "a total babe who looks badass, like me. I want the rich to fear me but also pay to see me. now give me your money" loool I feel he would be so pleased with this

and the audacity of him to be smirking, this guy

[naarisz]

Trying out some new styles with a quick sketch of Mairon. :)

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

@fxckin-blackbeard (cont)

The only times Izzy could argue about this with Ed, was when he was alone. He couldn't do it in front of the crew, or Stede, somehow he felt like he had to defend the man. As much as Jim, Archie, Wee John, Lucius... even Roach tried telling him that being a dick doesn't mean you deserve having your toes cut off and being fed to you among several other forms of mistreatment, he still wants to make sure that they don't think too badly of Ed. He only thinks about their words later, when he is lying awake in bed, unable to sleep, half afraid that Ed will come in, put a hand on his mouth and take another toe, another fucking leg. In moments like these, he thinks that it was Ed's fault. It was Ed that had become like the father he hated.

But when he is with Ed... It is so damn difficult to even look at him, let alone tell him what he told in the mirror. ❛I'll never be the man you see in your head.❜ ❛I became what you wanted ❜ ❛I can do nothing right by you.❜ Fuck, even now, he knows that later on, he will think of all the things he should have said. And he will hate himself even more for it. Now all he wants... no, all he can do is to make sure his voice is steady before he speaks, that he doesn't say yet again the wrong fucking thing. ❝I know.❞ he manages to murmur, his eyes on the floor, his nails digging into his palm. Gone were the days he could speak his mind with Ed. ❝This isn't on you. I know I... fucked up. I'm sorry.❞

[loupy-mongoose]

Talented

...That's not a prompt, I'm describing you lol. You're really good at storytelling and making us fall in love with the characters. Thank you for sharing it with us!

Thank you all for enjoying it with me! ^w^

[iamnmbr3]

Alphard: Would you love me if I was a worm?

Tom: That's a stupid question.

Tom: You should ask something sensible like 'would you love me if I was hit by the Killing Curse but I'd found a way to evade death so I survived but I had to come back in an inhuman and terrible body created in a stone cauldron through dark magic out of snake venom and unicorn blood and human flesh?'

Alphard ... Tom that is disturbingly specific.

Tom: :)

Alphard: Tom what did you do?

Tom: Nothing yet. Just doing some...contingency planning.

Alphard: Tom!

Tom: ... So... would you?