#actually not his lastname

[sernhuh]

Sketched the detective

"Wanna piece of this?"

[fffuckthelaxbros]

alternatively‚

Also if you’ve only read the main comic so far I recommend also checking out the extras tag! There’s a lot more fun stuff in there (like. A lot)

[thorfishcrusher]

i cannot explain why but i went YEARS thinking snotlout had a crush on eret in httyd2

i almost vividly remember snotblunt being all "ohhh he thinks hes SO strong and SOO cool and SOOO hot good lord i want him so bad" and his character development throughout the whole thing was just going from outwardly hating eret to very obviously thinking hes attractive. not that it wasn't obvious in the first place.

and when i finally rewatched the movie i was like "wait just a second...."

was i subconsciously grouping the whole ass movie with big man on berk??? was my 7 year old brain just chilling on a completely different intellectual plain??? what in gods name made me believe that??? how was it not canon???????????? i remembered it so clearly. sigh

[sqlmn]

Art I did during my break but don't wanna post on main but you know what. I like Levi and Richard (and Arienne the redhead).

Basically, Levi and Richard go to school together, Richard decides to go by the name Richard and the only person to without question go along with "I'm a boy now" is Levi who calls him Dick. And then gets into fist fights with boys that don't call him Richard. So Richard falls pretty much in love in school then his parents divorce and he moves away.

Many years later (10+) Richard meets Levi again and it's very much nothing grand. Levi overhears Richard introducing himself to someone and is like "lmao Dick? You work here now? Sucks to be you" and Richard is immediately 'I love him so much I hate myself for how easily I give up all dignity for him' but yeah. They work in different departments so Levi does more behind the scenes stuff while Richard talks to clients and is very social.

And their coworkers in both departments love Richard because he's such a nice guy and Levi's department hates Levi a lot cause he's an asshole. (then stuff happens that would require a tw blah blah blah) So after a month of Levi not being at work he returns and Richard immediately goes over to the department to check on him and he's just. Incredibly mellow. No cussing and no cockiness and worst of all, he's being called Richard which is very much not correct from Levi. So he points it out that no one else calls him Dick and if he had a problem with it he would have said something by now so hey, maybe don't suddenly change the entire friendship on your own. (So Levi texts him later to say "sorry for being a dick, Dick" and Richard is v happy and content with that turn out)

Richard is honestly tragically created out of spite for the fact I saw a name IRL and I know that the state that I live in would in fact NOT have someone that intentionally funny and trans so I have to make my own funny trans guy to fill the void.

[limielle]

icarus' evolution through the expacs... i characterise him as a loserboy bocchama spoilt brat but he actually has deep characterisation okay

[ratislatis]

idk why it’s just coming to me now but I remember feeling this cold, white catharsis upon realizing that it wasn’t Freddie’s decision to give Glenn that panic attack. It was Anthony’s. And the way he said it, so finite, “Glenn is having a panic attack.” in a tone that was used before only to set up a disastrous scene.

It hurt, a lot, because in the weirdest way possible that’s exactly what having a panic attack is like. You’re sitting there with your world crashing down around you and then a disembodied narrator suddenly says, “This bitch shutting down.” (Distinctly in a Stanley Parable manner.)

[march-of-the-moths]

trick or treat ^_^

TREAT : damon sinclair cube

[everwisp]

my take on what could’ve been his 9th play look 😔✊🏼

[jrueships]

.... oh really now 🤨 ? .... show me 😼.

[ratatatastic]

when i say that forsblad ring picture has law firm vibes this is what i mean

[stellarwaffles]

Wait the resort guy called Jestro “Mr. Harlequin”. Is that Jestro’s last name or is the guy just calling him that?

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

Kieran Sunpetal is so "I wish I never met her. I wish I could go back in time and accept that I'm a monster, I love her so much and I've only caused her pain. They were right, I am a monster. It is my nature to be violent, to kill, no matter how hard I try I will always lose control." 🥰

[unanimoustwins]

THEY GAVE A CHIP A TRAMP STAMP THAT TRACKS HOW MUCH FINANICAL DEBT THEYRE IN WITH A FUCKIN SEA MONSTER???? in the famous words of bizlychannel "oh bruh..."

[encrucijada]

you know maybe i should rewatch the queen's gambit and continue my dreamers au for that. and also because i just love the show and wanna watch it again

[maddie-grove]

I love my husband but one time he said, with utmost confidence, that when a person has two given names (a first and a middle) and one is Biblical and the other is not, the Biblical name always goes first. And I was like, “But my first name is Emily (not in the Bible) and my middle name is Elizabeth (in the Bible, notably John the Baptist’s mother).” And he was like “yeah, I always thought that was weird.”

[limielle]

[ardbertwol] i am not a writer at all but i wanted to . get that scene out of my head LOL and i dont want to draw a comic for it . . .

Something Ardbert has noticed, in the few hours they get to spend together whenever Icarus is blessed with downtime, is that the warrior of light has a particularly bad habit of staring. 

He can feel that very stare digging into the back of his head as he appraises Icarus’ weapon collection. It’s impressive, and unexpected. Over the short time that he has been on the First, Icarus has only ever used black magics to defend himself, yet he had Feo Ul bring an amalgam of different weapons to the First the moment it had been possible. 

You have to be prepared, Icarus had told him.

“I didn’t know you could wield the ax,” Ardbert says, turning to meet that incessant gaze head on. “You don’t strike me as the martial type.” 

“I am not,” Icarus responds. He doesn’t look away from Ardbert’s face, even after being caught staring. “I’m sure you wield yours much better than I do, loathe as I am to admit it.” He pauses, and Ardbert pointedly ignores the heat that spreads through his chest at Icarus’ praise. “I wield it using telekinesis, much like the Nouliths over there.” 

He jerks his chin in the direction of four strange looking artifacts. Ardbert turns, grateful to have something else than the viera’s delicate features to focus on for a while. 

“What are those used for?”

“Healing. And hurting.” 

“I can’t- I don’t understand how you can possibly-” 

Before Ardbert can complete his sentence, the weapons lift from their perch. He has to repress the urge to reach for his own when they zip over to him, coming to a stop right before his face. Then, gently, they begin to circle him. The perfect harmony with which they move is akin to watching the dancers in the markets, and Ardbert finds himself mesmerized. 

After a while of spinning around him, they group together again, before shifting away. Ardbert follows them, only to come face to face with Icarus - now standing much closer to him than he was before. 

The nouliths quietly come to a rest behind Icarus’ back. 

“Like that,” Icarus says, smiling down at him. 

“That didn’t explain anything.” If Ardbert sounds a little breathless, Icarus makes no mention of it. He’s looking down at Ardbert again with that same look he gave Emet-Selch during his impromptu visit to the Ocular. 

“You’re staring.” 

Icarus merely hums in response. “I just feel,” he says, “like you’re- like I could just-” 

He trails off, reaching forward. Ardbert watches Icarus’ hand with mounting dread. He’s not sure what it would feel like to have Icarus’ fingers phase right through him, but the feeling of first discovering that he was like this comes rushing back, a coiled lump of despair lodging itself in his throat. 

Fighting the urge to close his eyes, he remains stock still, even as Icarus gently, oh so gently, places his hand against his chest. 

Pressure. 

Despite its current state, his body registers when Icarus’ hand makes contact with his breastplate. Ardbert jerks back, the place where Icarus’ hand had touched burning like molten rock. 

“What-”

“I knew it.” 

“Huh?”

Icarus shrugs, looking down at his hands. “Not once did you seem incomplete to me. I thought if I focused enough aether into my hands I could-” 

Ardbert reaches forward, wrapping his hands around Icarus’ fingers. He can feel them – not the heat of him, he still can’t smell Icarus, he still can’t feel Icarus’ breath despite their proximity, but he feels the distinct pressure of touching something. Someone.

“I- I can’t believe- you- it's really happening- it’s been so long,” he’s babbling, and if he could cry he’s sure that the tears would have spilled by now, but as it is he simply stares at their conjoined hands in awe. 

“Well,” Icarus says softly, “at least now you know you can touch me. If you ever need to.”