#age: 28.

[henryxdetamble]

Drinks had sounded like a great idea at the time, hoping the growing cold pit in his stomach could be treated with more burning shots of liquor. But he should've known better. All night he'd ignored the warning signs, focusing on his friends instead, hoping to any god in all of theology that he was just severely intoxicated. Yet no sooner had he reached the toilet in Luke's bathroom, projectile vomiting the alcohol straight back up, had he landed with an unceremonious thud in another bathroom entirely, now stark naked. "Ow, fuck!" Henry swore through gritted teeth, ribs having collided awkwardly with the side of the tub as he dropped seemingly out of thin air. With a groan, he rolled onto his back and gave himself a few seconds to get oriented, the thudding in his head dulling with time. He already felt grateful he was at least indoors this time. That gave him some dignity. Gripping his ribcage, he finally pulled himself up, gripping the tub for purchase. "Motherfucker," he hissed, trying to keep his voice low. He had no idea where he was and what world he'd just dropped into. As always, he had to be very careful.

Getting his bearings, Henry looked around the room, searching for any signs of familiarity. It might've been vaguely familiar but he couldn't place it, grabbing the towel off the rack and tucking it around his waist in the meantime. Finding clothes was usually step one. Finally stable enough to move, Henry cracked open the bathroom door and was instantly flooded with relief. Adrian's bedroom. He'd definitely been in here before. In fact, he could see his friend now, back turned to Henry, studying what seemed to be a painting. Actually a collection of paintings, Henry realised as he got closer. They all exhibited the same colours, purples and yellows splashed madly across canvasses, but there were other things too. Different foliage, castles, rough textures almost like rock dotting the paintings. Was that blood? Disturbed by the art, and forgetting himself entirely, Henry cleared his throat. "Uh, hey, bud. What's uh... what's all this?"

[aerialworms-art]

Lifespans.

(ID under cut)

[Image ID: A three-way venn diagram floating against a starfield. The circles are coloured; one yellow, one light blue, one a darker shade of blue. The yellow is the smallest, the two blue ones over double its size, with the darker blue the biggest. The yellow is half covered by the two blue circles, while it takes up a small amount of the two blues. The centre overlap between all three is labelled "the precious few years we three were together".

There is very little overlap between the yellow and the darker blue without the lighter blue.

The work is signed 'aerialworms'./End ID]

[peatbogpirate]

I've been wanting to do a full-crew Endurance illustration for a long time, and finally the gang's all here! 28 men, dogs and cat all accounted for, with every crew member referencing either a photo of them or a story about them. It's a little over two years since I first read Lansing's Endurance and I couldn't be happier to still be researching and drawing these guys :)

[the-mpreg-guy]

lol remember when s13 ep16 implied that dean doesn't have consistent memories of his adulthood because the forty years he spent in hell fucked with his brain

[henryxdetamble]

"I think that you don't wanna know what I think." Although it wasn't targeted at her, his tone was bitter. Henry had to refrain from ripping the tree down right then and there, his fist clenched by his side. He was angry, irritable, every sign of Christmas a constant reminder of what he'd lost, and what he had to go through every single year. It didn't matter how hard he tried to resist it — like clockwork, on Christmas Eve, he'd go back there, forced to relive his mother's death over and over again. He let out an heavy exhale, finally tearing his gaze from the tree. "I'm sure it's great. Listen - Christmas isn't my thing. You'd be better off asking someone else."

Considering the twins didn’t celebrate Christmas, Wanda had no experience with decorating trees. But after destroying the first home she’d been given back in January, she was indebted to Caroline and her forgiveness, so had offered her services to help prepare the town for the holidays. She was happy to do it, but was struggling with self-doubt as to whether or not her work was any good, especially considering the vampire’s high standards. “Do you z’hink z’his looks alright?” Wanda had sensed someone behind her, so had questioned them without turning, hanging up one of the last baubles as she did so.

[thimblings]

and thus....

rook, the solution is to get your own place c'mon

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(first two pages happen a little bit after 8 little talons, so Viago is 32, Teia is 28, Rook/Marisol/Solina is 22) (next page happens often between then and DAtV) (and then, finally, last bit is either late game veilguard or post-veilguard) (this is all stupid, i just had a headcanon i wanted to get out and also wanted an excuse to draw a bunch of Viago and Teia cuddling my Rook because ~self-indugence) (and then i spent too long on it to not post it lmao)

[doctorsiren]

I loved your headcannons about inukawa, reigen and reigens sister and I would really like to see what you think would happen if mob and reigens sister met and I was wondering if you could possibly draw them :D

hello yes I accidentally made a comic after seeing this ask yesterday 😁 bro psychoanalyzed her 😨

[almondpiglet]

just fooling around at the speed of sound... found a cool brush to play with...

[henryxdetamble]

Henry watched on with growing frustration as the visitor continued to rummage through the books he'd just finished alphabetising, leaving them strewn out of order. The library had only just been officially opened, and it was already being demolished. Unable to stand it a moment longer, Henry approached them with a strained smile. "— Is there maybe something specific you're looking for?"

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

So question for y'all

Do you think that the reason the N109 Zone (and MC) don't know about Sylus' birth date is because Sylus himself doesn't know (would tally with him losing his parents so very young... and do dragons even celebrate? Maybe birthdays feel a bit meaningless to them since they are basically immortal)? Or do you think it's rather that he does know but never let anyone in the Zone know (again due to apathy maybe) and refuses to tell MC because he's a menace and wants to make things hard on purpose lol

I'm honestly not entirely sure. I am leaning towards the latter though b/c really how tf would he and MC figure his date of birth out if not a living soul knows about it. There's no birth register and no relatives. And he wasn't even born there but in a different place in a different time so... Maybe I've answered my own question. I'd love to hear your theories regardless, though!

Anyway, it does for sure confirm one thing that I think we all suspected but is terribly sad nonetheless — no one ever did celebrate his birth before :( this is genuinely his first birthday party. In ~ 3000 years of living, give or take </3

[kidovna]

Mike and Will, 1999

[henryxdetamble]

Henry frowned upon approach, hearing his friend's retort and not understanding the cause of it. Briefly, he wondered if another Henry had something to do with that. He had been feeling unwell today, and it made him paranoid. "Please, man, I'm hardly the lecture type, not unless it's on literature." Eyeing him, he uncrossed his arms, figuring he was upset about something. "What are you doing down in the gutter? You're too hot to be a street rat."

After being unable to score the evening before, Adrian had found himself drifting between the rebel's dreams for the remainder of the night, unable to settle in his own. Some were peaceful, but most had been horrific, a compilation of PTSD induced nightmares and twisted distortions of memories. He couldn't forget them, and he was exhausted. So, going against his usual dealership, he'd hit up Mickey the next morning instead, needing some relief as soon as he could get it. He hadn't even made it home before he'd lit a spliff up, sitting on the sidewalk and watching the world pass him by. He was unsure how long he remained there, but he knew he'd missed the deadline for his training session. Again. He couldn't bring himself to care, it usually only served to make him feel worse afterwards anyway. Suspecting it was one of his guardian peers who he'd heard approach him, Adrian instantly turned his face, dipping his head. "I'm finally relaxed. So if we can save the lecture for another time, that'd be greatly appreciated."

[tiredandoptimistic]

Really funny to me whenever artists give Wash grey hair, because if you think about it he's gotta be like...thirty, max. I'm not complaining though, because his ass would definitely be going grey at thirty.

[almondpiglet]

age swap doodles n stuuuuuffff

[henryxdetamble]

When sunlight hit his eyes, Henry groaned, rolling onto his back, the pounding in his head only moving with him. He so desperately wanted to fall back asleep, but fearing the nausea wasn't just a hangover, Henry knew he had to wake up in case he travelled. Unfortunately, he was never allowed to be irresponsible for long. Forcing his eyes open, Henry noticed for the first time that he wasn't alone. Long blonde hair splayed across his arm, and he squinted at the sleeping woman, trying to recall their night together. There were bits and pieces, enough to make him feel okay about it. He was confident they'd had a good time, even if they'd both wake to regret it. "Morning," he greeted, noticing her stirring. Fuck, what was her name? He rubbed his eyes. "So... I'm an asshole, I'm sorry. What was your name again? I swear it's S something, and now that I've said that, I'm worried that's not even close. I just can't fucking think right now."

[bradleysass]

“That they caught you,” Sirius corrected. “Anyway, what’s your first class?” James pulled out his schedule, scanning the list. “Some literature thing. Forgotten Literatures and Languages.” “Why the hell did you sign up for that?” James shrugged. “Seemed fun. No essays, just discussion and a final project.” “That’s how they get you, mate.” James ignored him, already walking toward the designated building. “I’ll let you know how it goes.” “Do try not to sleep through it,” Sirius teased before hanging up. James laughed, tucking his phone away as he pushed through the doors of the old academic hall. He had no idea what to expect from this class, but at least it was something new. Something different. What he didn’t expect, however, was for the professor to be young, unfairly attractive, and eerily familiar. James took a seat, pulling out his notebook just as the professor walked in, setting his things down at the front. His voice was smooth, crisp, and commanding as he introduced himself: “Welcome to Forgotten Literatures and Languages. I’m Professor Regulus Black.” James nearly choked on his own spit. Oh. Shit.

@accio-sriracha you have your wips. I have mine.