#adore the mask designs

[fluffydeoxys]

practicing doc this time! i love the big goggle design some artists give him, to me it looks kinda like a screen and i immediately fell in love with the idea

[bastart13]

Some designs for an Avatar Legend of Korra/The Last Airbender generation swap AU!

Korra is now the 14 year old airbending Avatar, found a century after the Fire Nation started their war. She's found by Asami, a non-bending member of the Northern Water Tribe and together they set off to find Korra a way of mastering airbending, spirituality, and defeating the Fire Nation.

Bolin and Mako are children of the Fire Nation colonies, both forced to hide their bending (now firebending and earthbending respectively) and make whatever living they can as orphans until Bolin meets Korra and through hijinks, convinced Mako to let them accompany them.

Then Opal is the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, fiercely protected and hidden away by her family despite her desperation to use her skill to help people, and Prince Wu is the disgracefully soft Fire Nation Prince, banished for speaking out about the war and forbidden to return until he captures the Avatar and regains his honour.

[puppetmaster13u]

You Know what I need?

Pirate Batfamily. Pirate batfamily who plunder other pirates and have both several smaller ones designed for outmaneuvering larger gally ships, and their big "batcave" ship.

Like, a mixture of historical piracy period of privateers and some fantasy, because honestly? It could and would fit.

Give me sea cryptid Batfamily that others tell tales of alongside ghost ships and sirens. Of a notorious ship with a blackened hull and a captain said to be made of shadow that appears in the dead of night to the laughter of sea nymphs.

[longelk]

SIR JAMES

[fatedroses]

I know I design him with the intention that he becomes an evasion tank, but there's an irony I find very amusing in making his new magitek armor lighter than his original.

[leeches-drawer]

hiiiii guys. sorry for not posting for like two weeks I've been doing shit, including playing the pokemon dlc which I am so in love with..... so I offer you some Kierans and a Carmine, along with a happy new year

[finnzcorner]

I drew @sincerely-nines codfather design cause it is incredible :]

I did not draw the clothes cause I was super lazy lol

[nenestansunsthings]

favourite thing about your favourite arknights supporter, go!! <- wants to hear people ramble

[thecrimsonvalley-creates]

~ Batch of images V ~ Guess who once fell into the "I adore Majora's Mask" swamp and is welcoming it with open arms? :D Even more lovely emote icon drawings who's bases were created by Loumon! I've missed my girls a lot, and hope to have more characters developed in the future as well! 1) Ashtad. When she kind of have to try and explain again that she didn't really crash the milk wagon on purpose.... and it was not that stuck in the ditch either... she should have a pass this time! 2) Uta, trying so hard to convince Cremia and Asthad that she's a big girl and should get to drive the wagon. (Spoilers: She is in fact NOT a big enough girl to drive it!) 3) But she gets all the head pats, so it evens itself out in the end :D

[spotsupstuff]

can Caper get a kiss from his gf?

sure he can!!

at least for a second, i guess

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

As another thank you for the ramble here's A Design for a second costume! This 1's more based on the popular fan in that Michael is the Bear in the cut scenes drawing Fnaf6!

By the way I think he first appears sometime in the 90s Yes this like well-meaning but kind of to violent vigilanti kid, Spends like a long time in real life years as ennard, Then comes back in either the late 90s or early 2000 as "night guard"! I think he gets a new costume around the time Tim becomes Red Robin!

I LOVE THIS DESIGN SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!osbsjauagwowhsihwhdowhwgdudgwhwheudjwjwhe

[smoreal]

OMG???

[brokenhardies]

Butterfly Effect Rewrite: Yusuke's Awakening

okay... so im going to keep the old version up while i do this little revision, but i wanted to share this! im very excited to show this moment, here we go!

Well, well, well…

Yusuke’s eyes widened as the voice in their head spoke - it sounded like them, but older, and speaking slightly more formally. They felt a dull ache, forming first in their temple and spreading to behind their eyes. It was hard to breathe, but they tried to do so, even as the strange feeling persisted.

Look at where you are, child. Look at the monster before you. Either you or her must die for him to be satisfied. Are you willing to let that happen? What of your previous decision? Have you already forgotten?

How could Yusuke forget? The incident that lead to them being shipped off to Tokyo in the first place. They saved someone who couldn’t fight back, and they were punished for it.

“No.” They croaked out, trying to push their voice from the back of their throat to the front. “No, I have not.”

The voice in their head cackled. Deep and powerful, almost villainous, but there was something about it Yusuke envied. The power in their voice as they continued to speak.

Very well, I have heeded your resolve. Now, vow to me!

Suddenly, the searing pain in their head reached a fever pitch, spreading now down their neck. It was intense, as they writhed against the swords that had been placed against their neck. The guards noticed and moved into position, ready to execute them next. But they wouldn’t have that.

They looked up at Kamoshida. He would never hurt anyone ever again. Not while they were around.

I AM THOU. THOU ART I… Thou who stands against deplorable sinners, and the abominations they create! Call thy name and thou shall be able to discern beauty and vice!

Yusuke gripped the wall, eyes wide as they felt something hard form onto their face. Their eyes were wide as they grabbed the mask. It was a manifestation of the pain they felt - a venetian mask split in half by color, like a yin-yang symbol. One side was white, while the other was black. The line dividing the colors was sloped over their nose.

It was beautiful. And like most beautiful things… It was also painful. Yusuke followed the voice’s instructions, grabbing the mask with their free hands as they began to pull it off, a name escaping their mouth as they screamed in pain, calling the being’s name as loudly as they could.

“Nezumi!”

An explosion of blue flames was what followed, stunning Kamoshida and Niijima. The blue flames consumed the high school student, and behind them, a figure appeared.

The figure was a tall, almost demonic being, with an exaggerated, silver ‘v’ shaped crown that seemed attatched to its shadowy face, icy blue eyes, and teeth that seemed permenantly affixed into a demonic smirk. Its body was the same black coloration as its face, with sharp, royal blue accents dancing up its legs like boots. It had two talon like claws on each foot, and a pair of grey wing like protrosions exiting out of its hips. It wore what appeared to be a dark blue longcoat, with ornate, white and blue cloud pattern beneath it as it fluttered in an invisible wind. Out of the ‘sleeves’ of the longcoat were a pair of sharp clawed hands.

Beneath the creature, having been absorbed by the flames and reborn anew, was Yusuke. They wore a similar royal blue longcoat to the being behind them - Nezumi, was the name they shouted - tied around the middle with a black belt. Their undershirt was a dark grey, and they wore similar dark grey pants and tall black boots. Hanging from the side of their belt was a katana, hidden behind a black sheath. They wore cyan gloves on their exposed hands, contrasting with the royal blue of their longcoat. They smiled as they raised their hands, sending the cold wind forward.

All the guards before them were encased in ice.

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (A bet with Simon about wearing a vibrator secretly and not to come in public)

A bet with Simon brought you to the predicament now. Squeezing through the crowded station’s concourse with his hand around you waist, looking like a normal couple, but no one knows there’s a remote controlled vibrator—designed to stimulate your g spot and have a little curve hooked snuggly against your clit—buzzing freely inside you.

Don’t come in 10 minutes, then you can do anything to him, his words ignited the competitive fire inside you.

The weather is cold, allow you to excuse your flush with it, hide your face in the scarf slightly when your moans sneak their way out.

“Only 3 minutes passed, sweetheart.” He leans down to murmur as he lead you across the concourse, the sultry tone disguised within, only able to get noticed by you. You shoot daggers back at him, try not to drop to your knees whenever someone accidentally bump into you in this packed station, making your thighs shifted in the force and the vibrator digs further into the sweet spot.

You meet his eyes behind his disposal mask and black cap, and you know the bastard is laughing at you from the crinkles at the corner of his eyes.

Your eyes are glossy with the tears from the constant stimulation, trying to threaten him with those bunny eyes but failed adorably. He can tell you’re teetering on the edge, and he’s been enjoying your fluster too much, his trousers straining behind the cover of his long coat. How can he not when you look absolutely cute like this, stopping between of your steps to forbear the orgasm, arms holding with his tighten and press your cheek against his bicep to stifle the whimpers.

You let out a sigh of relief when he dials down the intensity, look up at him with a hint of disbelief. The vibrations keeps sending shivers down your spine, your legs are doing their best to stay straight, but it’s much better than they were seconds before. So you give his hand a squeeze, resume the walk across the massive concourse.

The walk is torturous, every steps is worsening the divine ache between your legs. You didn’t like how the vibrator rutting into your sensitive clit, your panties isn’t soaked with all the juices and you’re not clenching that tight cunny under the onslaught of pleasure. You brainwash yourself repeatedly, the vibrations never cease, and you’re dancing on the edge even after Simon turned it down a few notches earlier. One minute left, just one minute…

Of course it won’t be that easy, he just wants to prolong your pleasure and get the show go on as long as it could, before finally breaking you.

Just as you two almost reach the main entrance of the station, you almost tripped when he abruptly changes the intensity once again. Covering your mouth and fully cling onto him, you’re totally speechless when he leads you to stand aside in the station, pulling you into his arms and coos lowly.

“Come for me, love, let it out.” His hand patting soothingly when you bury your face into his chest, muffling all the cries as you get pushed over the edge, gushing in your panties and you know it’s definitely ruined by now.

A few people spare a glance at your way, curious about what just happened before going on their life. Yet you’re totally unaware of it, trying to quiet your whines and you keep tucking yourself in his arms.

Simon adjusted his coat, enough to engulf you in it, and he keeps crooning sweet nothings into your ears “You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous when you came in my arms, love.” His voice soothing you along with his palm rubbing on your back, hiding you in his coat and shield you from the world, even though he’s the one bringing you the luscious torment.

Supported by his strong hands so you won’t fall to the ground with wobbly feet, you lift your head from his chest after your breaths slows down, and you manage not to punch him in the face when pat your head and remind you the truth.

“9 minutes 47 seconds, you didn’t make it to 10 minutes. what a shame.” Simon’s chest rumbles with the quiet laughters. You see the mischief in his rich brown eyes, and hell, he’s definitely thinking about how he will get you to do from losing the bet.

[solalunar-eclipse]

Conversation idea under the cut…

Sniper: Nice view, ain’t it?

Spy: I’ve seen better.

Sniper: Really? What’s your favorite place you’ve seen?

Spy: Le Jardin des Tuileries.

Sniper: Really, Spook? You’ve never seen anything better than France?

Spy: Non, not particularly.

Sniper: How come?

Spy: My work never left me much time for sightseeing.

Sniper: Ah, ain’t that the truth.

Spy: (sighs)

Spy: Though I suppose that would make this the second-best view I’ve ever seen by default.

Sniper: (laughs) You’re a proper riot.

Chillin’

Aka I listened to toby fox’s roast chicken song on loop because I’m normal and then I experienced a Thought :)

(Just in case click for better quality.. tumblr loves to butcher my posts)

[shadowedresolve]

damn all of a sudden my muse for alice has skyrocketed. maybe i'll make some headcanons or something